The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 758

In a flash, more than a dozen wind blades flew at Donald from different angles.

Just when Lancelot was convinced that the man would definitely die, Donald suddenly grabbed Xylon, who was on the ground and used the latter as a shield.

Slash!

Lancelot failed to stop the wind blades in time, and one of them cut a gash in Xylon's stomach. At once, blood gushed out of the wound.

Donald then swung Xylon to his right just as a wind blade flew over, and it swiped across Xylon's arm.

“You can see my wind blades?”

Lancelot gaped at Donald with incredulity written all over his face.

He was only entrusted with the crucial task of guarding Durbaine Port because his Stella Warrior-level force field was more powerful than that of the average Stella Warrior.

The invisible wind blades were none other than his ultimate weapon that ensured his victory.

“You're calling these petty toys of yours wind blades? Stop joking.” Contempt was etched across Donald's features. It was as though he had no regard for the man's so-called wind blades.

Narrowing his eyes, Lancelot snarled, “Let my brother go if you dare! Are you even a man to take him hostage?”

“Sure. I'll let him go, then.”

Donald casually tossed Xylon aside as though discarding a piece of trash.

Lancelot had never expected the man to agree so readily. Although he could not fathom the reason behind it, he would never squander such a golden opportunity.

You can see my wind blades, huh? Well, then. I'll allow you to die knowing what killed you!

He let out a loud roar, upon which the dozens of wind blades in the air multiplied several folds.

Subsequently, the wind blades flew toward Donald from all directions. In Lancelot's eyes, Donald was already dead without Xylon as a shield.

In the next heartbeat, however, his expression froze.

Sneering, Donald retorted, “Cut that crap. Your understanding of a Stella Warrior's capabilities is too shallow. Didn't you say that these toys of yours are wind blades just now? Let me show you a real wind blade!”

Unclenching his right hand, Donald waved it casually.

A sharp gust of wind pressure headed straight for Lancelot.

It was so fast that Lancelot had no time to dodge, only realizing what exactly had happened when that gust of wind pressure swept past him.

Such a feeling was downright petrifying. It was as though a high-speed train zipped past him by an inch.

Bang!

Jerking his head back, he was promptly greeted by the sight of a corner of the warehouse behind him having been severed by something or other.

He gaped at the evenly cut surface. Had he not witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never believe that it had been cut by Donald with a wind blade.

No wonder he said that my wind blades were a joke. I'm not his match! Verily, I'm far beneath him!