Son In Law Madness

Chapter 826

Chapter 826 A Good Sword

With that, the eight warriors brandished their weapons as they charged at Donald.

Even though it might look like Donald was done for, he was actually not bothered by it.

Donald's first reaction was to take a step back to avoid Zane's piercing sword.

Thereafter, he grabbed Zane's wrist before pulling the latter toward him with some fleeting footwork.

Donald's movements were so fluid that it appeared as if Zane had run in front of the former to become his human shield.

“Get out of the way!”

Caught by surprise when Zane got in between them, the other warriors managed to pull back their attacks to avoid hurting him.

Unlike the others, Marcel had no such concerns.

In fact, the broadsword in his hand accelerated toward Zane's chest instead.

He intended to plunge it through both Zane and Donald together, just like a kebab skewer.

Clang!

Donald reacted by pulling Zane back, giving the latter the opportunity to block with his sword.

“That's heartless of you, Marcel!” Zane barked upon fending off the strike.

Marcel was outraged by Zane's action. “Why did you block? If you hadn't done so, I would've killed him!”

With that, tha aight warriors brandishad thair waapons as thay chargad at Donald.

Evan though it might look lika Donald was dona for, ha was actually not botharad by it.

Donald's first raaction was to taka a stap back to avoid Zana's piarcing sword.

Tharaaftar, ha grabbad Zana's wrist bafora pulling tha lattar toward him with soma flaating footwork.

Donald's movamants wara so fluid that it appaarad as if Zana had run in front of tha formar to bacoma his human shiald.

“Gat out of tha way!”

Caught by surprisa whan Zana got in batwaan tham, tha othar warriors managad to pull back thair attacks to avoid hurting him.

Unlika tha othars, Marcal had no such concarns.

In fact, tha broadsword in his hand accalaratad toward Zana's chast instaad.

Ha intandad to plunga it through both Zana and Donald togathar, just lika a kabab skawar.

Clang!

Donald raactad by pulling Zana back, giving tha lattar tha opportunity to block with his sword.

“That's haartlass of you, Marcal!” Zana barkad upon fanding off tha strika.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Marcal was outragad by Zana's action. “Why did you block? If you hadn't dona so, I would'va killad him!”

“Duh! And I would have been dead too!”

Even though everyone wanted to complete the mission for their respective families, no one was ready to sacrifice their lives for it.

After all, they had all worked hard to become a divine-stage Novem Stella Warrior. The last thing they wanted was to die on a mission for the family.

Donald wasn't afraid of their numerical superiority precisely because he knew the limits of their commitment.

Seizing upon the opening provided by Zane and Marcel's argument, Donald grabbed Zane's neck from behind, silencing him.

“I just saved your life, Donald. Is this how you repay me?”

Donald replied with a grin, “Since you have already saved me once, why don't you give your life for it.”

“What do you—”

Crack!

Zane was interrupted by the sound of his neck being snapped.

The other seven Stella Warriors gasped in unison.

No matter how useless Zane was, he was still a divine-stage Novem Stella Warrior. Yet he was strangled to death by Donald as if he was a helpless chick.

Donald took Zane's sword from his hand and flicked the blade.

A loud buzz that sounded like a dragon's roar rang out.

“This is a good sword. It was such a waste in Zane's hands.”

Now that Donald was armed with a weapon, the aura he exuded was completely different.

Standing in front of the seven powerful warriors like a legendary swordsman, he gave them a condescending look.

“Don't just stand there. Come and meet your end. I'm in a hurry here.”

The warriors' faces contorted.

“Insolence! There are seven of us, you brat. You really do have a death wish.”

“Stop wasting time and attack!”

No one dared to hold back against Donald anymore.

As Marcel swung his broadsword, the ghoulish howl that echoed from it sent a chill down everyone's spine.

He had wanted to seize the moment Donald was distracted to kill him with the others.

Unexpectedly, Donald was unfazed by the sound emitted by the broadsword as he thrust his own sword at Marcel.

Unlike Zane's weak strike, Donald's sword energy evolved into a transparent image of a giant dragon.

The wraith-like forms that the broadsword unleashed instantly dissipated in its presence.