The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer)

Chapter 1037 Close Combat

It was evident that this expert practiced a rather peculiar martial art, likely specializing in stealth and surprise attacks. Moreover, there was a faint hint of the unique charm characteristic of ancient martial arts clans.

It was just a pity that he encountered Donald.

Donald's fighting style had one defining characteristic - it was fierce and resolute.

With overwhelming momentum, each move carried an unimaginable power that crushed with absolute force.

So, he wants to use his stealth suit and the shadows to cloak his escape, huh?

All right then, I'll just use a wide-range attack to seal off all his escape routes.

Since he's using a cloaking technique, not vanishing completely, he'll have to step out of the shadows and fight me fair and square if he doesn't want to die.

One sharp spike after another emerged from the ground, clearly catching the person off guard.

He was initially planning to use his agile movements to maneuver around.

But soon, he realized just how naive he had truly been.

The attack range of Donald's spikes was simply too wide. Forget about escaping into the shadows; even barely ensuring he didn't get hit was quite challenging.

Donald didn't waste any words. He picked up the wooden club and swung it directly at the man.

When dealing with the kind of person who would resort to sneak attacks at the drop of a hat, Donald wouldn't bother preaching about martial arts ethics.

A flash of silver light streaked by, and the wooden club in Donald's hand snapped with a crack.

Donald felt a jolt of surprise in his heart and quickly took a step back.

The silver light flashed again, but this time, it was aimed at Donald's throat.

“Great sword!”

Even as Donald was retreating, he couldn't help but utter a word of admiration.

Though it was just a wooden club, it was at least as thick as an adult's arm. Not to mention, it had also been imbued with his vital essence.

Hence, the toughness of the wooden club could rival that of steel.

Yet, even with such toughness, it couldn't withstand a single round against the short sword in that person's hand and was easily sliced apart.

Was that not a good sword that could cut through iron as if it were mud?

The man remained unmoved by Donald's praise.

He held the upper hand with the weapon in his grasp, so he pushed forward slowly, step by step.

His ultimate plan was to kill Donald.

However, dealing with Donald would not be as easy as he thought.

Just as the man's short sword missed its mark once again, Donald paused his steps, choosing to advance instead of retreat.

Suddenly, Donald clamped his hands down on the man's shoulders, immobilizing his upper body.

Without giving the man a chance to react, Donald swiftly delivered a flying knee strike straight to his chest.

Crack!

It was like crushing a packet of pasta with one's fingers.

Donald's flying knee strike landed directly on the man's chest, shattering his sternum and causing his chest to cave in.

It had to be said that whether it was combat awareness or the will to survive, that person far surpassed Sigmund.

His sternum had collapsed to such an extent that, logically, he shouldn't have been able to survive, and the pain must have been unbearable.

Even so, the person strained to lift their right hand without even a grunt of pain, thrusting the short sword in it toward Donald's temple.

Donald effortlessly raised his hand, blocking the non-threatening blade with ease.

Then, Donald landed a heavy punch on the man's face.

Unable to withstand it any longer, the person staggered back three steps before falling flat on his back on the ground. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Donald walked up to the person, and with a swift motion, pulled off his mask.

It was then Donald finally got a clear look at who his opponent had been—a man in his early thirties.

Reaching the divine stage of Unnerved Realm at the age of thirty was already considered an extraordinary talent.

The crux of the matter was that even when he had attained divine stage of Unnerved Realm, he remained cautious. It could be said that whether it was his natural talent for cultivation or his combat awareness, he indeed had a promising future.

“Why...”

The man, feeling indignant at his death, asked Donald with a puzzled look on his face.

“If you want to blame something, it's because you're a member of the Wilson family.”

Then, Donald placed his foot on the man's neck. With a slight exertion of force, the man stopped moving.