Son In Law Madness novel

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Chapter 827 One Free Strike

In a defensive posture, Marcel protected himself by holding the broadsword horizontally across his chest.

Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to stop the giant dragon.

Not only was Marcel's broadsword shattered from the impact, but his body was also cut in half.

Just like that, another divine-stage Novem Stella Warrior died in battle.

The tremendous power demonstrated by Donald caused everyone else to launch all-out attacks.

In spite of that, their efforts were nothing but futile.

With a sword in his hand, Donald was like a wolf in a henhouse. The rest of the supposedly powerful warriors were

cut down by his sword in less than five minutes.

As blood dripped down its tip toward the ground, the spotlessly clean sword glistened in the light.

The scene didn't surprise Draken at all.

Applauding Donald, he remarked, “Just as expected of someone who can breach the defenses of the Youngblood

family. I didn't expect an abandoned son of the Campbell clan to be so powerful.”

Draken's haughty attitude disgusted Donald.

“Do you know why I hate the Youngblood family the most? Every single one of you is overconfident. Please get off

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your high horse. Otherwise, the miserable sight of you dying would just nauseate me.”

“You deserve to die for your insolence!”

In a dafansiva postura, Marcal protactad himsalf by holding tha broadsword horizontally across his chast.

Unfortunataly, it wasn't anough to stop tha giant dragon.

Not only was Marcal's broadsword shattarad from tha impact, but his body was also cut in half.

Just lika that, anothar divina-staga Novam Stalla Warrior diad in battla.

Tha tramandous powar damonstratad by Donald causad avaryona alsa to launch all-out attacks.

In spita of that, thair afforts wara nothing but futila.

With a sword in his hand, Donald was lika a wolf in a hanhousa. Tha rast of tha supposadly powarful warriors wara

cut down by his sword in lass than fiva minutas.

As blood drippad down its tip toward tha ground, tha spotlassly claan sword glistanad in tha light.

Tha scana didn't surprisa Drakan at all.

Applauding Donald, ha ramarkad, “Just as axpactad of somaona who can braach tha dafansas of tha Youngblood

family. I didn't axpact an abandonad son of tha Campball clan to ba so powarful.”

Drakan's haughty attituda disgustad Donald.

“Do you know why I hata tha Youngblood family tha most? Evary singla ona of you is ovarconfidant. Plaasa gat off

your high horsa. Otharwisa, tha misarabla sight of you dying would just nausaata ma.”

“You dasarva to dia for your insolanca!”

Draken immediately tried to grab Donald with his right hand.

Donald had no intention to dodge initially. Regardless of how powerful he is, there's no way he can beat me with his

bare hands while I'm armed with a sword.

However, just as Draken was about to grab the sword, Donald quickly sensed something amiss.

A black organism-like layer began to cover Draken's right hand.

He caught Donald's sword without suffering any injuries at all.

“Adamantium?”

Donald was long aware that the Youngblood family had been researching how to combine adamantium with their

family's techniques.

Since adamantium was the strongest alloy on earth, incorporating it into the Youngblood family's techniques would

give its members a manifold increase in their power level.

Donald did not expect their experiments to succeed so soon.

Draken sneered, “I admit that you have a keen eye. It's such a shame that you'll be dead soon.”

The adamantium that covered his hand wasn't going to hinder his movement like ordinary armor.

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Instead, its function was similar to a form of enhanced skin. It allowed its users unrestricted movement while

providing an unparalleled level of protection.

Donald sent a shockwave through the sword with a flick of his wrist.

Even though Draken was gripping it with all his might, the sword felt like a slippery eel to him. The harder he tried to

hold it, the faster it slipped away.

In the blink of an eye, the sword was pulled free from Draken's grasp.

Donald thrust his sword at Draken's throat without a moment's hesitation.

Once again, the sword energy unleashed transformed into a giant dragon.

Unfortunately, it didn't split its victim in half this time.

All Donald heard was another loud clang. The moment his sword struck Draken's throat, it didn't hurt Draken at all.

Instead, it simply left a single white dot as its mark.

Even then, the white dot was immediately repaired by the adamantium.

That strike was among one of Donald's most powerful.

If it couldn't break through Draken's defense, Donald had no other ideas on how to hurt him.

At that moment, the latter seemed to be made of metal as his body was entirely covered by adamantium.

When he noticed that Donald was keeping his distance, Draken taunted, “Is that all you got? I guess you truly are a

piece of trash. You can't even kill me even after I've given you one free strike. In that case, I shall put an end to this

farce!”

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