The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer)

Chapter 1035 Twin Stone Swords

“You... You've been hiding your true strength?”

Staring at the large gash on the small wooden platform, Sigmund was on edge.

Based on that single strike just now, Donald's strength was definitely beyond that of a divine stage Novem Stella Warrior.

He reached out toward the small pond in the courtyard and made a beckoning motion. Immediately, the water from the pond came to him, forming a sphere of water in front of him.

At first glance, Sigmund's move seemed quite intimidating.

However, though Sigmund's moves were indeed spectacular, their lethality was rather limited.

Someone of Unnerved Realm possessed vital essence.

In other words, through special methods, that person could alter the trajectory or the laws governing the flow of the heaven and earth energy.

Through that, they could achieve Manipulator Realm.

Slightly inferior Unnerved Realm experts like Sigmund could, at most, manipulate certain objects against gravity, then launch them out at extremely high speeds.

To others, this might seem like divine magic, but in Donald's opinion, they didn't even know how to properly utilize vital essence in battle.

With a push of his legs, Donald launched himself at Sigmund like an arrow released from its bow.

Following a loud shout from Sigmund, the large water sphere in front of him shrank to less than half its original size.

A decrease in volume implied an increase in density.

Hence, when Donald's sword struck what appeared to be a soft water ball, it made a clanging sound like metal colliding. Surprisingly, the sword didn't pierce through.

Sigmund chuckled lightly and said, “Not bad, brat. Your swordsmanship is quite impressive. It's just a pity it can't break through—”

Before Sigmund could finish his words, six small stones burst out from both sides of Donald's stone sword. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Upon witnessing this scene, Sigmund was momentarily stunned.

What's going on here?

Could it be that my water shield is too sturdy, causing the backlash to shatter the stone sword in his hand?

That can't be possible; it's just too far-fetched.

As Sigmund was left in confusion, the stones flying to the left and right traced beautiful arcs in the air.

While spinning at high speed, they bypassed Sigmund's water shield and slashed toward him from both sides.

Twin swords!

Sigmund was taken aback, not expecting the stone sword to be wielded in such a manner.

In order to avoid being beheaded by the twin stone swords, Sigmund gave up his frontal defense and quickly retreated.

The stone swords crossed each other, sweeping through like a pair of scissors and rapidly slicing through the spot where Sigmund's head had just been.

Hearing the sharp whistling of the stone sword cutting through the air, Sigmund secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for my quick reflexes, I would have had my throat slit by now.

Before Sigmund could catch his breath, Donald once again lunged forward, slashing down at his head with the stone sword in his hand.

Left with no other choice, Sigmund could only once again muster up a water shield in his hand to protect himself.

Clang!

As the water shield blocked the incoming blade, the twin stone swords that had flown far away once again slashed from both the left and right sides.

Sigmund was so angry that he was cursing under his breath.

Oh, for crying out loud! Is this ever going to end?

Although annoyed, there was no time to fuss about it when his life was hanging by a thread.

Sigmund could only retreat once again.

Donald kept advancing forward while Sigmund retreated backward.

It went without saying who was faster.

Donald didn't resort to any other tactics. He relentlessly launched attacks on Sigmund with his continuous slashes, not giving the latter a chance to catch his breath.

After blocking three consecutive strikes, Sigmund was beginning to feel the strain, both physically and in terms of the space he had left to retreat.

He turned to Donald somewhat awkwardly and said, “Kid, are you really planning to kill me? You're in the Wilson family's territory now. If you kill me, don't even think about leaving here alive!”

Donald sneered, “On what grounds do you think you Wilsons can keep me here? Because of your big mouth?”

Sigmund was so angry that he was at a loss for words.

He had simply let his guard down for a moment, which was why Donald had gained the upper hand.