Salute To The General

Max, confronted by Fermin's advance, looked around with a hint of panic. He called out assertively, "Protect His Majesty! Stand with me to stop his approach." After giving the command, Max unsheathed the Rose Thorn Saber from his waist and, accompanied by a group of vampire warriors, moved to engage Fermin. Max's initial strategy was to pretend to engage in a serious duel, intending to let Fermin pass after a few exchanges.

However, he quickly realized that Fermin was not holding back.

Fermin's steely gaze was sharp, and his spear thrust forward with the ferocity of a dragon. He aimed a powerful strike directly at Max's forehead. Caught off guard, Max swiftly raised his Rose Thorn Saber to block the attack.

The clash produced a sharp, resounding clang.

Max felt a jolt, like an electric shock. The impact of Fermin's strike pushed him back several paces, leaving him internally shaken.

In this moment of vulnerability, a dozen vampire warriors leapt into action, rushing towards Fermin to provide Max with a brief respite. Undeterred, Fermin stood his ground alone against the group of warriors.

In his hands, his spear transformed, creating numerous shadows with each swing. Each motion unleashed a force as powerful as a tiger's.

Fermin's movements were unstoppable, his spear swirling through the air, creating waves similar to a powerful tide. His spearplay resembled a dragon moving through the waves, seamlessly appearing and disappearing amidst the fierce gusts and surges. Thud, thud, thud!

Fermin's spearwork was formidable, quickly dispatching several vampire warriors. As they fell to the ground, it was evident that they had been fatally struck.

Amidst the chaos, Max finally managed to recover. Recognizing the gravity of the situation, he unleashed his full capabilities and re-engaged Fermin.

The ensuing duel between Max and Fermin was intense.

After more than ten rounds of fierce combat, Fermin decided not to prolong the fight with Max. With a forceful sweep of his spear, he pushed Max back. Seizing the opportunity to feign defeat, Max allowed himself to be flung far away. With no significant obstacles remaining, Fermin rapidly advanced towards Nathan.

The vampire and human guards encircling Nathan cried out in alarm, urging each other to protect their leader. "Quick, protect His Majesty!" Nathan, surrounded by his guards, observed Fermin's approach with a stoic demeanor. He calmly ordered, "Let him through. Don't stop him."

As Nathan spoke, Fermin's spear moved with lightning speed, sending several guards flying before he closed in on Nathan.

"Die, Nathan!"

At that moment, Fermin's power surged dramatically. Two pairs of grand golden wings unfurled from his back with a thunderous noise accompanied by a smaller pair of silver wings, marking his ascent to a six-winged elite.

Although new to this level of power and not yet fully accustomed to the strength of six wings, Fermin was undeniably a formidable force among the Gods.

Brandishing his titanium spear, Fermin aimed it at Nathan's chest and charged, shouting, "Nathan, your end has come!"

Transforming into his combat form, Fermin's aura intensified. His presence alone repelled all of Nathan's guards, leaving no one capable of getting close to either of them. Within a ten-meter radius, only Fermin and Nathan stood, the spear in Fermin's hand poised like a vicious dragon, lunging towards Nathan's heart.

Just as the titanium spear neared Nathan's chest, poised to strike, Nathan finally made his move.

Nathan, with a swift motion, raised his hand and a streak of light, resembling a delicate snowflake, flickered from his sleeve, revealing a concealed blade.

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Clang!

The dagger, precise and swift, clashed with the tip of Fermin's spear, creating a thunderous sound that echoed across the mountain, audible to everyone present.

While Nathan stood still and composed, Fermin was jolted back more than ten meters before he managed to regain his footing.

He stared at Nathan in disbelief. "You're not injured?"

Nathan's dagger swiftly retreated

back into his sleeve. He positioned his left hand behind him, standing resolutely with his hands clasped behind his back, fixing a cold gaze on Fermin. "Who told you I was injured? Come at me again!

Fermin, now filled with doubt and confusion, regarded Nathan warily. Unseen by Fermin, Nathan's left hand, concealed behind his back, bore the consequences of his defensive move. Blood had begun to stain his palm, and his hand trembled ever so slightly.

Despite not noticing Nathan's subtle injury, Fermin was not ready to give up. With determination in his voice, he said, "Okay. Once more!"

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