The only one left standing, Liamme, leaped toward Nathan with his steel crutches raised high above his head to deliver the killing blow.
Despite the certainty of his defeat, Liamme's face was pale with determination to meet his adversary.
Nathan brought an immense fist forward.
Military Punch!
His fist met the crutches with a boom that echoed throughout the port.
Liamme's weapon emitted a faint crackle before exploding into fragments.
The crutches were not the only ones to absorb the full impact of Nathan's strike. Instead, the force of Military Punch passed through the crutches and sent a powerful reverberation through to Liamme’s shoulders and organs.
Like Scholar, Liamme stumbled several paces.
With a final look of disbelief on his ashen face, he stared up at Nathan before falling to the ground. The impact from Nathan's fists had turned
Liamme's organs into smithereens.
Colin's battle ended at the same time as Nathan's.
Though Colin and the Elite Eight had managed to survive the battle unscathed, Derrick's mercenaries were all lying face down in pools of their own blood.
Derrick gazed at Nathan in alarm.
Though he was well aware of Nathan's combat prowess, he did not expect the five who had been with him since the old days of the war to fall as easily as they did in Nathan's hand.
Nathan glared back at him. “Are you
going to do it, or shall I?”
Derrick took off his jacket and tossed it aside. “I have been enlisted as early as I was legally allowed to. I was a part of the Marine Corps, and I was trained at Westside Military Academy. Throughout the years of war, I've had my fair share of worthy opponents. Whether or not I survive this fight, I will not be surrendering. I know that I'm no match for you, Mr. Cross, but I'll fight you until my last breath.”
Nathan lifted his head. “Come.”
Boom!
Derrick was sent flying headfirst into a wall from the impact. Amidst the rubble, he spewed blood uncontrollably as he could not even muster the strength to get on his feet.
Without casting another glance at his opponent, Nathan turned to Colin. “Inform Quentin about all of the deaths here tonight. Make it clear to him that he's next.”
“Understood!”
Then, Nathan turned to look at Thomas.
Fearing for his life, Thomas fell to his knees before Nathan. “Forgive me, Mr. Cross! I am an addict and a liar. Please punish me as you see fit!” he sobbed.
Nathan replied, “Don't ever call me that again. This will be the last time I come to your aid. Never tell anybody that you're from the North Army and never tell them that you once served under me. You're on your own from now on.”
Thomas howled in despair as Nathan turned to leave.
Colin and the Elite Eight regarded Thomas with pity and disapproval.
With a sigh, Colin said to Thomas, “You've gone too far this time, Thomas. Mr. Cross is very disappointed in you. Take care of yourself and turn over a new leaf. Focus on giving back to your community and you may one day earn his forgiveness. If you don't, do not expect him to come saving your life again.”
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