The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 1037

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.