Salute To The General

At the sight of Max walking toward him, Nathan bravely faced him head-on, not wanting to be outdone. Both of them did not use any weapons. Max sneered. "Hehe, Nathan, it's been a while. Let me see if you've become weaker or not?"

Right then, with a speed that was almost like teleportation, he appeared in front of Nathan in a flash and threw a brutal punch at him. His punch had no fancy techniques. It relied solely on sheer power to achieve victory. Nathan didn't dodge or flinch; instead, he raised his hand and threw another punch. His punch also seemed ordinary. There wasn't any fist aura, and it made one doubt the strength behind it. Actually, Nathan's fist carried a silent, powerful force. As it moved through the air, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to subtly distort.

Their fists collided with each other. Following the collision of their fists, a ripple of energy spread out, dispersing through the air. Then, a thunderous explosion was heard.

Boom

As the deafening explosion echoed across the place, the force generated by the collision of their fists strongly spread outward. The slightly weaker vampires and humans ended up being swept away. The formidable vampires and humans were also struggling to keep themselves still. The surrounding vampires and humans were terrified. They scrambled to get out of the way. There were no vampires or humans within a hundred meters of Max and Nathan. Everyone kept their distance from them.

Parker and Buro, the two King-Class vampires, provided cover for Max from a distance. Upon witnessing Max and Nathan's fight, both of them were visibly astonished. They couldn't help but exchange glances in shock. After the first attack, Nathan and Max immediately moved away from each other. They stood eight meters apart, facing each other in a standoff. Max was a bit surprised.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

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"Your strength doesn't seem to have declined, and it even appears to be stronger. Logically speaking, most human elites would have reached their peak at your age, and their strength would gradually start to decline. It's surprising that you keep surpassing your own peak level. Sadly, it's a pity that no matter how strong you are, you're still a human. Tonight, your death is inevitable."

Nathan chuckled lightly. "You've bragged in front of me so many times before, but each time you've ended up losing miserably. And now you still dare to act up in front of me?"

Max sneered. "Don't you know that you have to see one in a new light after a period of absence? But you still see me as the same as I was in the past; you simply deserve to die. Try my move-the Ghost Howl! I've specially created this to send you to death. Have a try!"

After saying that, Max spread his arms wide with his palms facing upward. As he slowly raised them, he muttered under his breath like he was reciting an ancient spell. Buro's and Parkhurst's faces changed slightly. Buro asked uncertainly, "That's..."

"Indeed. That's the ancient spell of

our Blood Clan Patriarch Herod must have taught him that. He really dotes on Max!" Parkhurst was right. Herod admired Max's abilities. If it weren't for Max, the Blood Clan wouldn't have been able to create the blood virus, nor would they have been able to cause the downfall of half of Ospea and Astoria, giving the Blood Clan the opportunity for the rise of the vampires.

Hence, Herod rewarded Max by teaching him a few ancient spells. Max was indeed a genius. After learning the ancient spells and secret techniques, he managed to continually reinvent and improve on them, transforming them into his own unique moves, which then became even more powerful. He created the Ghost Howl for Nathan. Filled with deep hatred and resentment toward Nathan, Max was determined to use this move to send Nathan straight to hell.