Salute to the General novel Chapter 3546

Morgon was slightly surprised, but he didn't think much of it.

His punch was, in essence, a test. From what I can tell based on that, this six-winged vampire isn't a paper tiger. He's truly powerful. No wonder Gryffen, Revent, and Alden died by his hands.

Morgon's expression also became a bit more serious.

He immediately launched his second attack.

While he still threw a punch as before, that time, he was serious. As such, his second attack was more powerful than the first.

His fist moved, distorting the very space it passed through.

Nathan's gaze turned serious with a solemn expression.

Before Morgon's fist even got close, a powerful gust from his punch had already reached his opponent.

The powerful gust from the punch made Nathan's facial skin ripple like waves, causing a stinging pain in his cheeks.

That clearly showed the terror of that punch.

Morgon sneered at the same time, “Can you handle this punch of mine?”

Nathan didn't dare to be careless. With a low growl, he ramped up his momentum. Then, once again, he launched a punch, meeting his opponent's fist head-on.

Boom!

After the two exchanged blows, a cloud of dust was instantly kicked up into the air, like missiles exploding.

Cassandra, in the distance, tensed up. Who won and who lost?

When the dust settled, Nathan and Morgon appeared once again.

The two individuals stood facing each other, still in a standoff, despite being more than ten meters apart.

Behind Nathan, a pond-like crater appeared. The crater sunk in, with the soil all around charred black.

The might of Morgon's punch was truly terrifying.

At that moment, Morgon still seemed relatively at ease.

Nathan sustained some injuries and expended a considerable amount of energy from his fight with Alden and Cassandra earlier.

His punch was as powerful as a thunderbolt.

Morgon hadn't expected that Nathan could unleash such formidable combat power. His expression shifted slightly as he hurriedly moved to defend himself.

Boom!

Morgon's fist and Nathan's fist collided once again.

In an instant, like a tree struck by lightning, Morgon was sent flying backward.

Fortunately, when he was thrown backward, he used a combat technique similar to Thousandweight Plummet. It allowed his body to plummet to the ground. That barely allowed him to regain his balance.

However, he still looked quite wretched.

Glancing down at his chest, he noticed a distinct imprint of a fist. It felt as if his chest had been struck by lightning, his skin still carrying the scent of being scorched. He could still feel the fiery pain.

Morgon was both shocked and angry.

He had forgotten how long it had been since he last sustained an injury.