Son-In-Law Madness

Draken charged straight at Donald with his fist raised.

Donald could easily take an ordinary punch from him, but his fist had been reinforced with adamantium, so even he had no choice but to dodge it.

While backing away, however, Donald realized something was amiss and stopped retreating.

Instead, he stepped to the side to dodge the incoming punch and retreated in the direction Draken came from.

It wasn't until Donald touched the back of his neck that he realized he was right about it.

Something had grazed the back of his neck when he dodged the attack earlier, and his flesh had been cut open a second later.

Donald swung his sword in the air, and a buzzing noise came from behind Draken.

“Golden Cicada Silk? Why do you have this?”

While having a solid foundation in martial arts was crucial to becoming an expert in combat, one's weapons and strategies also played a huge role.

Golden Cicada Silk was a type of secret weapon, and only two of them existed in the world.

Its user would be able to set up razor-sharp silk formations in any way they could think of within a ten-meter radius.

Most people wouldn't even realize they had come into contact with it until they had taken a few steps forward and see their bodies falling apart.

Donald had assumed that Draken was just another ordinary man the Youngblood family of Pollerton had sent.

He was surprised when he saw Draken's adamantium fist and Golden Cicada Silk.

In order to conceal his identity from outsiders, Donald had deliberately destroyed the restriction around the entire safe house when entering.

At that moment, he did not have much room to move about.

For the first time ever, Donald felt unconfident as he was going against an opponent armed with adamantium and razor-sharp Golden Cicada Silk.

“Since we already know that Jennifer has a powerful individual backing her up, we can't possibly repeat the mistake of the nine families by sending our Novem Stella Warriors to their deaths! I suggest you stop struggling, Donald! That way, you will at least get to keep your corpse in one piece!” Draken said as he moved his left hand, which he had kept behind his back.

The next thing Donald knew, a murderous aura had filled up the air around him.

He instinctively held his sword up and bent his knees to lower his center of gravity.

Dozens of strands of Golden Cicada Silk came shooting from every direction and wrapped themselves tightly around the sword. The strands then pulled themselves tight until dents started forming all over the sword.

Draken burst out laughing when he saw that Donald was still desperately holding on to the sword.

Clang!