Salute To The General
Chapter 3326 Burblo

Gregg and Max naturally noticed the blood dripping from the corner of Nathan's mouth. Their faces lit up with ecstatic joy. Max sneered, "Hah, Nathan, I thought you had an indestructible body. I didn't expect that you're not able to endure this."

Gregg said with glee, "No matter how strong he is, he's still human. After all those battles, it's quite impressive that he can still hold up against the two of us now. Unfortunately, his legend is about to come to an end." Max looked at Nathan with a mocking expression.

"Nathan, you laughed at me for being persistent and will fight even though I kept losing. Now you're about to lose to someone you've defeated. I wonder how that feels in your heart?"

Gregg shouted, "Why are you talking to him so much? Let's finish him off now! Squish him a bug!" Then, the two were about to continue the attack. But at this moment, Nathan had already wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his gaze had become even colder. He slowly said, "You forced me to, so don't blame me for being ruthless."

After saying that, Nathan suddenly activated the energy within his body and straight up used the secret technique, Burblo.

Burblo!

Nathan had only used it once before, during his decisive battle with his teacher, Lothar. Moreover, after his victory over Lothar, he was severely drained of energy, which caused his hair to turn completely white for a month. Only did he finally recover after a whole month of rest and recovery. At this moment, faced with the aggressive Gregg and Max, Nathan no longer held back and used Burblo. As he used Burblo, his clothes began to flutter even though there was no wind. For several meters around him, the air seemed to twist, and the area's gravity began to weaken. Small stones on the ground began to float one after another.

His skin turned even redder, and steam emanated from him. Moreover, it seemed as if two flames were burning fiercely in his eyes. At the scene, everyone felt a wave of scorching heat rushing toward them, and those who couldn't bear it retreated once again. Gregg and Max stared at Nathan, their faces filled with shock. The two of them could clearly feel that Nathan's aura had increased several times at this moment. Gregg exclaimed in disbelief, "What's going on? How did he suddenly become so much stronger? Could he also have a battle form capable of rapidly increasing his combat power?"

Max's face was solemn, and even a hint of fear appeared in his eyes. His voice trembled slightly as he replied, "No, it's not a battle form. It seems to be a mysterious Aplothian technique capable of unleashing terrifying combat power in a short period of time. I've seen him use it before when he was fighting with Lothar. I didn't expect him to use it again now."

Gregg was dumbfounded. "What should we do now?"

What should I do?

Max wanted to know the answer to his question, too. Nevertheless, with a pale face, he said, "It's every man for himself!" At this moment, Nathan's power had reached its peak. He took a deep breath. Whoosh!

Flames burst from his nostrils, resembling the breath of a dragon. Gregg and Max both took a step back in fright at the same time. At this moment, as they faced the terrifying Nathan, the two of them hesitated. Should we turn around and flee? Avoiding him for the moment?

Unfortunately for the two, Nathan no longer gave them a chance to escape. "Gregg, Max, take this."

Whoosh!

Nathan generated layers upon layers of illusions, which resembled a colossal dragon engulfed in flames, and lunged toward Gregg and Max. Using his total concentration, he skillfully multitasked. With Snowsphere in his left hand, he launched Thunderstrike toward Max; with The Unsullied in his right hand, he launched Ten Princes of Hell toward Gregg.

Boom! Boom!

Max and Gregg were sent flying at the same time. Bang! Bang!

The two flew dozens of meters away before landing heavily on the ground. Max had a fist-sized bloody hole in his abdomen, and the area around the wound was severely burned. Yet, unbelievably, he wasn't dead. He struggled to stand up but ultimately fell back to the ground with a thud. His eyes, now filled with despair, stared at Nathan. He lost again, and this time it was even worse.

Gregg wasn't much better off, either. He forcefully withstood Nathan's move, Ten Princes of Hell, and was struck in the chest by his blade. His chest and abdomen were split open, and his internal organs spilled out. At this moment, he was also at his last gasp as he collapsed onto the ground. With a complicated gaze, he looked at Nathan.