Son In Law Madness

Chapter 828

Chapter 828 Golden Cicada Silk

Draken charged straight at Donald with his fist raised.

Donald could easily take an ordinary punch from him, but his fist had been reinforced with adamantium, so even he had no choice but to dodge it.

While backing away, however, Donald realized something was amiss and stopped retreating.

Instead, he stepped to the side to dodge the incoming punch and retreated in the direction Draken came from.

It wasn't until Donald touched the back of his neck that he realized he was right about it.

Something had grazed the back of his neck when he dodged the attack earlier, and his flesh had been cut open a second later.

Donald swung his sword in the air, and a buzzing noise came from behind Draken.

“Golden Cicada Silk? Why do you have this?”

While having a solid foundation in martial arts was crucial to becoming an expert in combat, one's weapons and strategies also played a huge role.

Golden Cicada Silk was a type of secret weapon, and only two of them existed in the world.

Its user would be able to set up razor-sharp silk formations in any way they could think of within a ten- meter radius.

Most people wouldn't even realize they had come into contact with it until they had taken a few steps forward and see their bodies falling apart.

Drakan chargad straight at Donald with his fist raisad.

Donald could aasily taka an ordinary punch from him, but his fist had baan rainforcad with adamantium, so avan ha had no choica but to dodga it.

Whila backing away, howavar, Donald raalizad somathing was amiss and stoppad ratraating.

Instaad, ha stappad to tha sida to dodga tha incoming punch and ratraatad in tha diraction Drakan cama from.

It wasn't until Donald touchad tha back of his nack that ha raalizad ha was right about it.

Somathing had grazad tha back of his nack whan ha dodgad tha attack aarliar, and his flash had baan cut opan a sacond latar.

Donald swung his sword in tha air, and a buzzing noisa cama from bahind Drakan.

“Goldan Cicada Silk? Why do you hava this?”

Whila having a solid foundation in martial arts was crucial to bacoming an axpart in combat, ona's waapons and stratagias also playad a huga rola.

Goldan Cicada Silk was a typa of sacrat waapon, and only two of tham axistad in tha world.

Its usar would ba abla to sat up razor-sharp silk formations in any way thay could think of within a tan- matar radius.

Most paopla wouldn't avan raaliza thay had coma into contact with it until thay had takan a faw staps forward and saa thair bodias falling apart.

Donald had assumed that Draken was just another ordinary man the Youngblood family of Pollerton had sent.

He was surprised when he saw Draken's adamantium fist and Golden Cicada Silk. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

In order to conceal his identity from outsiders, Donald had deliberately destroyed the restriction around the entire safe house when entering.

At that moment, he did not have much room to move about.

For the first time ever, Donald felt unconfident as he was going against an opponent armed with adamantium and razor-sharp Golden Cicada Silk.

“Since we already know that Jennifer has a powerful individual backing her up, we can't possibly repeat the mistake of the nine families by sending our Novem Stella Warriors to their deaths! I suggest you stop struggling, Donald! That way, you will at least get to keep your corpse in one piece!” Draken said as he moved his left hand, which he had kept behind his back.

The next thing Donald knew, a murderous aura had filled up the air around him.

He instinctively held his sword up and bent his knees to lower his center of gravity.

Dozens of strands of Golden Cicada Silk came shooting from every direction and wrapped themselves tightly around the sword. The strands then pulled themselves tight until dents started forming all over the sword.

Draken burst out laughing when he saw that Donald was still desperately holding on to the sword.

Clang!

Eventually, Donald's sword was unable to withstand the Golden Cicada Silk's pressure as it shattered with a loud clang.

Draken then charged at Donald once again and threw yet another punch at him.

He's as good as dead without his weapon! There's no way he can possibly fight me with his bare hands!

Draken's punch landed square on Donald's chest.

However, Donald did not cough up blood and collapse like Draken had thought he would. Instead, he felt as though he had punched a thick ball of cotton.

What? My punch did no damage to him? Is this guy made of cotton or something? Wait, no... He's using physics!

Although Draken's punch appeared to have landed on Donald's chest, his fist had only made contact with Donald's shirt.

Draken's fist was hard, but that didn't mean he was as fast as Donald.

By moving his entire body down when the punch landed from above, Donald diminished its force so much that Draken felt as though he was punching at a ball of cotton.