The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 757

Thaddeus was the only person who knew that Donald was a man of his word.

When Donald counted to nine, Xylon unleashed his force field entirely. Turning into an afterimage, he lunged at the man.

He used his Stella Warrior-level force field to first suppress Donald, confident that he could save Thaddeus within three seconds.

In the next second, however, he heard a gunshot in the air.

Like a smashed watermelon, half of Thaddeus' head was blown off. His body fell limply to the ground.

No! This is impossible! How could this brat fire a shot under a Stella Warrior-level force field?

“You're asking for it, brat!”

With an enraged roar, Xylon shot his hand out at the man.

While he was doing so, a thick layer of fur manifested all over his body.

Shapeshifting?

Sliding his legs away, Donald twisted sideways and dodged the man's attack.

Xylon was initially sure that he would succeed this time. Unexpectedly, Donald dodged in the blink of an eye. In fact, he did not even perceive how the man managed to do so.

“Come back here, Xylon!”

Xylon was exceedingly close to Donald, so he did not see the latter's movements clearly.

On the contrary, Lancelot had a clear view of Donald's dodge earlier.

It would be no exaggeration to describe the man's movement as fluid and swift. On top of that, he even found it nonchalant. It felt as though Donald did not take Xylon seriously at all.

This brat is definitely an expert, and his capabilities might very well surpass Xylon's!

Nevertheless, it was no wonder that they misjudged Donald's capabilities back then.

After all, the average high-level Stella Warriors had long since stopped relying on firearms.

They were natural weapons themselves, so they did not need something such as a gun to threaten others.

Oh God, it hurts like h*ll! Something is off about this brat!

Alas, it was already too late for him to retreat then. Donald paralyzed him with a single punch before grabbing his hand and throwing him over his shoulder unceremoniously.

Like a ragdoll, Xylon was thrown to the ground three times in succession in just less than half a minute.

“Stop, you b*stard!”

At the sight of his brother tortured in such a manner, Lancelot finally snapped. Unleashing his Stella Warrior-level force field, he rushed toward Donald.

Nonetheless, he learned his lesson from Xylon. Despite charging forward, he maintained a safe distance from Donald at all times.

Countless wind blades formed around him.

Not only were they all invisible to the naked eye, but they could also hardly be detected with energy perception.

Furthermore, they were all controlled by his consciousness. In other words, they would attack Donald from different angles according to his thoughts as long as he ordered them to do so with his mind.