Son-In-Law Madness

It was too late for Blade to retract his sword.

Donald turned and sliced his broadsword upward in the direction of Blade's unguarded chest.

Donald didn't aim for speed with his attack, but Blade had been running toward him much more quickly than anticipated.

It was too late for him to dodge and he was forced to take the blow.

Clang!

The broadsword rang out loudly against Blade's chest as if he was wearing a suit of armor.

Blade didn't get sliced in half like Donald had wanted. Instead, sparks flew as the sword created a long scratch on the metal underneath his clothing.

Without waiting for Donald to swing his sword a second time, Blade used the momentum from his first hit to leap into the air as if he had wings and landed more than ten meters away.

“Wow, you actually managed to block my broadsword. That's some pretty good armor you have there.”

Donald had wanted to wrap up the fight quickly so that he could get home in time for dinner.

Little did he expect Blade to have a special armor that could even protect him from his fatal blow.

However shocked Donald was, Blade was even more taken aback.

His armor was an S-grade treasure. It was guaranteed to protect its wearer from any weapon.

When he tried to slam his blade into the armor with all his might, all he managed to do was leave a slight white scratch on its surface.

Donald's sword, on the other hand, had almost sliced the armor clean through.

Where the hell is this guy from? This is so far past my pay grade!

Blade was angry, but he didn't let the anger get to his head.

Since he couldn't beat Donald, he knew better than to keep trying.

I may not be able to defeat you, but that doesn't mean I can't run away.

However, three Stella Warriors of the South Sea Military Region surrounded him just as he was about to make a run for it. They had managed to block all the possible escape routes he could have taken.

If it was a one-on-one fight, Blade was confident he could beat any one of them.

However, it was three against one now. Escaping was an impossible feat, let alone winning the fight.

“Stop struggling and just admit defeat,” Donald said. “With me here, you won't be able to make a single kill. It's not worth it to die for such an idiotic organization.”

Donald was only trying to advise him to surrender and didn't expect Blade to suddenly tense up and explode at his words.

“Who are you to say that? None of you will ever understand what Earl's true goals are or what they're looking for! Since I'm not going to leave this place alive, I'm going to make sure I drag one of you down to hell with me!”

Blade was fired up after his little speech. His vital essence was beginning to grow rapidly.

Donald frowned.