Chapter 1091 Not A Match For Nathan


    One of the Fierce Four, Sword-Master John huh? Nathan looked at John with interest. As if recalling


    something, he queried, "What is the rtionship between Edward Seraphim from Eaglnd and the


    Fierce Four?"


    A hint of surprise shed across John''s eyes as he answered in a grave voice, "Edward was our


    master, and he trained the four of us himself."


    "How do you know our master? And why did you mention him all of a sudden?"


    So, Edward is the master of the Fierce Four.


    Edward had formed a Coalition Army with the masters from eighteen nations three years ago to


    secretly invade the North, and behead the General of the North.


    Unfortunately, Edward was killed in the battle.


    He died under the General of the North''s sword, and his corpse was left to rot in the wilderness of


    the North.


    John was shocked when Nathan mentioned his master.


    Nathan cracked a smile and replied, "Oh, nothing. I was just asking."


    John vaguely sensed that there was some kind of history between Nathan and his master, or


    perhaps Nathan had previously heard his master''s name in passing.


    Edward Seraphim was well-known all over the world.


    Hence, it would not be a surprise if Nathan knew of him.


    John snorted in derision, "Since you know my master''s name, it will be your honor to die by my


    sword. Draw you sword!"


    When Nathan heard that, the corner of his mouth rose slightly into a barely-there smirk. "Sure. I''m


    interested to see whether the apprentices of the despicable and cowardly Edward will turn out to be


    any better than him."


    Edward was a skilled warrior, but he had a sinister and cunning personality.


    During the battle, he had failed to execute his surprise attack on Nathan. In the end, Nathan had


    dealt a death blow to him using a backhanded technique with his sword. Hence, Nathan never saw


    the renowned European fighter as a threat. Just talking about him made Nathan''s face scrunch with


    disdain.


    John was livid when he heard what Nathan said. He seethed with rage and growled, "How dare you


    insult my master? You''re a dead man!"


    With that, he swiftly drew his sword. A beam of light was reflected off the long de as he aimed it


    straight for Nathan''s neck.


    Nathan tilted his head slightly, dodging the gleaming de with ease.


    John made a soft sound of surprise, but quickly recovered. He flicked his wrist slightly, and his long


    sword shot towards Nathan at a tricky angle, intending to cause a fatal blow.


    Nathan did not draw his sword. Instead, he simply flicked his finger.


    John''s sword shattered in pieces as if it were made of ss. The sound of the sword breaking was


    echoing throughout the space.


    What?


    John''s pupils dted in disbelief. Not even his master could rival his opponent''s terrifying power!


    Right after Nathan shattered the sword in John''s hands with a flick of his finger, he had bolted


    across the distance in a blink of an eye and collided with John, using his elbow to hit him harshly in


    the chest.


    Bam!


    It sounded as if he had mmed against solid wood.


    John staggered a few steps back, barely able to stabilize himself. His ribcage had been splintered


    and his chest had caved in on itself.


    His face had turned pasty. He made a pained sound before vomiting a mouthful of blood mixed with


    pieces of his lungs.


    Two of hisrades rushed forward in time to support him, or else he would have copsed onto


    the ground.


    However, everyone could see that he had been severely injured by Nathan. The injuries he


    sustained were severe, and death was knocking on his door at that very moment.


    When the Smith''s saw that Nathan had yet again defeated another opponent, they did not dare to


    cheer out loud, but they could barely contain their excitement either.


    It was especially true for Penny, who was bubbling with emotion.


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    Gabriel''s group of men exchanged nces. They couldn''t believe that all of the masters brought by


    Cicero were not a match for Nathan.


    Meanwhile, Cicero had a reallyplicated expression on his face.


    Shock, anger, fear, and disbelief... A wide variety of emotions flickered across his features.


    The Sword-Master of the Fierce Four wasn''t even a match for Nathan.


    Just what kind of monster is Nathan Cross?


    Are most of the people here this terrifying?


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