Chapter 952 I Depend on You


    As more than a dozen people stood on the other side, Nathaniel''s fatigue became apparent after a


    while.


    Once his body grew tired, his speed naturally decreased.


    While Nathaniel injured two thugs with his machete, he also received shes from a few others.


    Although he had made rapid progress under Skr''s guidance, he had only been practicing for a few


    months. Coupled with his old age, his physical strength had significantly declined.


    If it were a quick battle, he might still have a chance of winning the war.


    However, the longer the time dragged on, the more dangerous it became for him.


    Moreover, he was using fist techniques with the machete.


    Some of the techniques were not verypatible with the machete.


    Therefore, with more techniques and aplicated situation, he couldn''tunch an attack and could


    only defend himself.


    At this moment, one of the thugs suddenly caught Nathaniel''s defensive loophole and swung his


    weapon toward his face.


    In a critical moment, Nathaniel quickly raised his machete to block it.


    He sessfully blocked the iing strike.


    But at the same time, two big men immediately thrust their weapons toward his abdomen.


    Nathaniel was startled and quickly swung his machete toward one of them, aiming for his neck.


    The man on the left had his carotid artery shed by Nathaniel''s machete.


    St!


    A gush of bright red liquid sprayed out.


    At this moment, Nathaniel didn''t have time to see if the man had died. He immediately turned around


    and swung his machete toward the person on his right.


    However, his speed was not fast enough toplete so many actions simultaneously.


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    Therefore, when he stabbed the thug on the right with his machete, the thug''s machete still reached his


    abdomen.


    St!


    A sound.


    The thug''s machete pierced Nathaniel''s stomach.


    "Dad!"


    "Uncle!"


    Naomi and Yulia eximed at the same time, their palms bleeding from being clenched too tightly.


    Nathaniel endured the intense pain and, relying on his strong willpower, swung his machete toward the


    thug''s neck.


    The de cut through the thug''s throat.


    The thug fell to the ground, and soon the blood stained the ground red.


    But the remaining thugs did not give Nathaniel a chance to catch his breath.


    They even became more excited when they saw that Nathaniel had been stabbed in the stomach,


    launching even more frenzied attacks.


    In the midst of shing des, Nathaniel continued to be relentlessly shed.


    Seeing Nathaniel''s clothes stained red with blood and his body on the verge of copse, Naomi


    disregarded her own danger, jumped out of the car, and tearfully shouted, "Stop it; someone will die!"


    "If this continues, my father will die!"


    Naomi couldn''t understand why these people held such a grudge against Nathaniel and why they


    insisted on pushing him to his death.


    "Stop it; what do you want? I''ll do whatever you want!"


    Yulia cried in despair, following behind Naomi and shouting.


    However, now that things had reached this point, Champ and the Leopard Group members were in no


    position to back down.


    Even if they killed Nathaniel, it wouldn''t stop them from taking Yulia away.


    The dozen or so thugs from the Leopard Group showed no signs of stopping their attack on Nathaniel.


    At this moment, Yulia suddenly burst with a powerful force, breaking free from the control of the big


    man beside her and running toward the nearby bright red sports car.


    She knew the ins and outs of the situation, so she understood that only by pleading with Gael in the car


    could she stop the people from the Leopard Group from further harming Nathaniel.


    "Mr. Gael, Mr. Nathaniel is in critical condition; please make those people stop."


    Yulia cried and begged Gael.