Triumph Above All Novel

"Yulia? Yulia is here too."
Following Nathaniel's reminder, Naomi noticed Yulia nearby, under the control of a big man.
Her anxiety grew even stronger.
"Why are you all just standing there? Hurry up and kill that old man!"
Champ roared once again.
His subordinates immediately brandished their machetes and rushed toward Nathaniel.
"Naomi, get out of the way!"
Nathaniel was concerned that accidents could occur, so he had to take the initiative to confront those thugs and engage in a
fight.
Naomi, who was in the car, saw Nathaniel actually fighting against a group of knife-wielding individuals, and her face turned pale
with fear.
She wanted to get out of the car and help, but she quickly realized that if she did, she would only become a burden to Nathaniel.
However, she couldn't follow Nathaniel's suggestion to escape with Yulia.
In a panic, Naomi could only sit in the car and watch Nathaniel desperately fight against a dozen thugs.
Those thugs surrounded Nathaniel in almost an instant.
Given that they all had machetes, Nathaniel's situation was not optimistic.
If he had a knife in his hand at this moment, relying on his previous strength, he might still be able to fight back against them.

But now he was unarmed and had to confront a group of machete-wielding thugs, which made the difficulty level too high.
Taking advantage of their numbers, those thugs swung their machetes one after another, slashing toward Nathaniel.
Fortunately, with Skylar's guidance and some training, Nathaniel's speed was faster than that of an ordinary person.
He dared not confront them head-on, constantly dodging in the midst of the flashing blades, trying to find an opportunity to punch
and knock them away.
However, he ultimately lacked a solid foundation, and coupled with being almost sixty years old, he soon became overwhelmed
and exhausted.
A dozen machetes tightly surrounded him, leaving no room to breathe.
The knives would injure him if he slowed down.
In desperation, Nathaniel burst forth with strong determination.
He needed to seize the machetes from their hands.
As long as he had a weapon, combined with his speed and fist techniques, he might not be able to completely overpower them,
but at least he could resist them for a while longer.
However, with so many people continuously attacking him, he couldn't even find the opportunity to dodge, let alone try to snatch
the weapons from their hands. It was extremely difficult.
At this moment, Nathaniel could only dodge and search for the opponents' weaknesses while attempting to seize a machete.
More than a dozen people relentlessly attacked Nathaniel, and his situation was deteriorating.
Numerous knives had already pierced his shoulders and arms, and his clothes were almost blood-red.

Naomi, sitting in the car, had turned pale with fear.
She trembled all over, and her mind couldn't think straight.
The longer the situation dragged on, the more dangerous it became for Nathaniel.
More knives slashed at Nathaniel in the commotion, and blood once more poured out.
Naomi, who had finally regained some composure, started the car and wanted to step on the gas pedal to ram into the group of
people surrounding Nathaniel.
But she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to control it and would end up killing Nathaniel with one blow.
She sat in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly, her lips bleeding, but she didn't know what to do.
Just then, a large man seized the opportunity and swung his machete directly at Nathaniel's abdomen.
At the critical moment, Nathaniel dodged, narrowly avoiding being stabbed in a vital area.
It was truly a heart-stopping moment!