The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 1073

While Donald had prior knowledge of other nations and organizations carrying out the Super Soldier Project, he was still apprehensive upon witnessing such a formidable cyborg appear before him.

Evaluating the ferocity of the iron spike's assault moments ago, Donald was convinced that the iron spike itself posed a genuine threat to him.

Strangely, he couldn't detect any Stella Warrior energy emanating from this cyborg.

This suggested that the cyborg either entirely lacked Stella Warrior energy, or perhaps, he hadn't become a Stella Warrior through the conventional methods of cultivation.

This anomaly presented quite a challenge for Donald.

If he couldn't ascertain the cyborg's power level, he couldn't afford to act impulsively, so as not to provide his adversary with an opening to exploit any vulnerabilities.

“Mr. Campbell, you displayed quite the courage a moment ago. Now, I've found you a worthy opponent. Please, don't hold back,” Aspen declared, and without delay, the cyborg launched himself toward Donald.

The sheer weight of the cyborg was staggering, and as he advanced, each of his steps resonated like a tremor in the earth beneath.

Observing the four mechanical tentacles thrashing violently in the air behind him, Donald swiftly discerned that something was awry.

The reach of the four mechanical tentacles was exceptionally broad.

If he ventured entirely within their range, it seemed improbable that he could escape easily.

With this in mind, Donald swiftly retreated, aiming to leverage his agility to outmaneuver the cyborg and confront Aspen directly.

Yet, Aspen had foreseen this move from the start.

He pressed a blue button, and in an instant, a blue laser barrier ascended, enclosing the entire deck.

Donald nearly collided with the laser barrier, but his swift reflexes saved the day, allowing him to pull back just in the nick of time.

Aspen addressed Donald, saying, “Mr. Campbell, please enjoy the battle inside. I'm going to carry on with my own business.”

Having restricted Donald within a designated boundary, Aspen turned his attention away and gestured for the wealthy merchants to continue swiping their cards.

If even someone as formidable as Donald was tightly constrained by Aspen, how could the rest of them possibly harbor any thoughts of resisting?

The wealthy merchants who had swiped their cards were swiftly granted entry to their designated rooms, where they could rest.

Meanwhile, the others were left standing in the sea breeze, observing the impending battle between the cyborg and Donald to see who would emerge victorious.

The mechanical tentacles swiftly closed in on Donald from various angles with incredible velocity.

Initially, Donald contemplated defending himself using his hands and feet.

However, after directly confronting the tentacles twice, Donald came to the startling realization that these tentacles were crafted from a special alloy. Surprisingly, his own body couldn't match their strength.

If he kept taking hits, even if the tentacles didn't target his vital areas, his limbs would succumb to the relentless force of these assaults.

Thinking of this, Donald took a step backward, planting his right hand against the wall adjacent to him.

A piercing sound of contorting metal resonated through the air.

To the amazement of onlookers, a thick, large steel plate underwent an astonishing transformation, warping and reshaping into a longsword under the influence of Donald's Stella Warrior energy.

Aspen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he found himself growing increasingly impressed with Donald.

The fact that a Stella Warrior of Donald's caliber had the ability to defeat Black Dragon and Tito was already remarkable. Now, it appeared that Donald was eager to embrace the challenge of confronting a formidable cyborg.

Could this Donald have a formidable background?

“Heather, could you please bring me my computer? I want to look up who this Donald really is,” said Aspen.

“Yes, Mr. Oakley.” Heather turned around and headed toward Aspen's office.

Meanwhile, Donald, wielding his longsword, initiated his battle with the cyborg.

In addition to fashioning a long knife from the large steel plate, Donald used it to forge twenty-three small flying knives that circled around him incessantly.

Donald, who had attained mastery in the Possession Realm, displayed a remarkable proficiency in object manipulation.

This time, rather than awaiting the cyborg's action, Donald seized the initiative and advanced.