“You have to get through us to harm Mr. Cross!”
Colin and Kraven dashed out in unison.
Thump!
With a sidestep, Colin collided against his opponent and elbowed the latter's chest so hard that he sprayed a mouthful of blood and fell backward.
Kraven was even more merciless. With a jerk of his whip sword, he sliced three katanas in half, and at the same time, the whip sword slashed the throats of those three opponents. The three men instantly toppled to the ground.
Eamon had ordered all his men to charge at once to kill Nathan and his men before turning to leave, as he was under the impression that his subordinates were all ruthless fugitives who slayed people like they were livestock.
With so many men on hand, he assumed it would not take long to turn Nathan and his men into a pile of dismembered pieces. After he gave his order, he did not even deign to look before turning and leaving.
To his surprise, the wails of his men sounded behind him as soon as he turned around.
He froze involuntarily in his tracks and looked over his shoulder to witness a scene he did not dare believe.
Like two gods of war, Colin and Kraven were massacring his men.
Colin's fists were like cannons. Every time his fists made contact, an opponent was struck down.
Kraven moved as quickly as lightning. Every slash of his sword claimed at least one life.
How terrifying!
Eamon's eyes bulged with shock.
As a self-proclaimed master, he was arrogant enough not to take the average fighter seriously.
However, he had now become thoroughly frightened by Colin and Kraven's might and had the feeling that he might not be a match for them if he were to take them on.
Beads of sweat began to form on Eamon's brow at the sight of his subordinates being chopped down like chaff.
What should I do?
He was beside himself with anxiety. Suddenly, his eyes lit up when he caught sight of Nathan not far away.
Capture the leader and the rest topples.
As it was plain that the two warriors, Colin and Kraven, were Nathan's subordinates, Eamon was confident that Colin and Kraven would surrender at once upon Nathan's capture.
He glanced at Nathan again. Judging by his slender body and regal aura, he must be a rich man who doesn't know how to fight. To capture him would be like taking candy from a baby.
It was only then that Eamon realized it was not a sheep before him but a savage tiger.
He gave a strangled yell and aimed a reckless kick at Nathan's groin.
With a scoff, Nathan raised a fist that met its mark much quicker than Eamon's foot.
Wham!
The fist struck like a sledgehammer. Blood spurted from Eamon's face as it caved in.
He fell over, dead before he could even cry out in pain.
Not far away, Colin and Kraven had also subdued all Eamon's subordinates.
Dip arrived with a large group of his men before the bystanders could regain their composure from the shock.
Having gotten word of Eamon bringing his men to Eurasian Street to cause a scene, Dip hurriedly arrived with reinforcements and was surprised to find Eamon and his men lying in pools of blood.
“Just in time, Dip,” Nathan said briskly when he saw Dip. “I have disposed of your threat. You just need to clean up the mess.”
Dip and his men were speechless with amazement. Nathan has so casually destroyed our biggest enemy to date!
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