The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 942

Berthold thought that Donald was just talking tough, so he didn't take Donald's words to heart at all. Instead, he struck at Donald with the fastest speed.

He aimed a kick at Donald, and just as he was preparing to change direction mid-air, Donald made his move.

Suddenly, Donald's figure flickered, and he astonishingly disappeared right in front of Berthold.

By the time Berthold regained his senses, Donald had suddenly appeared by his side. Such incredible speed! How did he manage to do it?

Berthold was utterly shocked, but it was too late to make any adjustments to his body movement now.

With a swift punch, Donald landed a direct hit on Berthold's face. Berthold felt as if he had been hit by a large truck. His head jerked to one side, and he was sent flying backward.

His fresh blood sprayed in the air, tracing a beautiful arc.

For Donald, that sight had a sense of artistry.

However, for Berthold, that was simply lethal.

Since he became a high-level Stella Warrior for so long, he had never been beaten so badly before.

Relying on his own intuition to prevent Donald from striking while the iron was hot, Berthold swiftly threw a punch toward where Donald was standing before he could even steady himself.

As soon as Donald attempted to block, he would immediately create distance, then react accordingly while maintaining a safe distance from Donald.

Unfortunately, despite Berthold's plans being well thought out, things didn't pan out as he hoped for.

Clap!

Donald reached out and directly grabbed Berthold's wrist.

Feeling his wrist being grabbed, Berthold's immediate reaction was that he was stuck.

Then, Berthold abruptly felt weightless.

He had yet to regain his balance fully, and now, as Donald tugged his hand, he again lost his footing, falling heavily to the ground.

Crack!