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

Chapter 1034 Showing Weakness To The Enemy

Sigmund gently placed his teacup aside as he spoke.

Just as he placed the teacup on the tray, Donald noticed the small pond in the courtyard bubbling as though it was boiling.

Donald's brows furrowed slightly. It seemed that the technique Sigmund excelled in was related to water.

“Hey kid, I heard you're a Stella Warrior too. How about showing me a couple of your moves?”

No sooner had Sigmund's words fallen than a small snake formed from water suddenly sprang out of the little pond.

The little snake lunged directly at Donald, moving at an incredibly fast speed.

Without a second thought, Donald swiftly sidestepped, attempting to dodge the water snake's attack.

To his surprise, the water snake was incredibly agile. After missing its initial strike, it unexpectedly turned around, circled back, and launched a surprise attack on Donald from behind.

With a wave of his right hand, Donald summoned the stones on the ground into his palm.

Donald condensed these stones into a long blade of stone, and with a backhand stroke, he slashed at the water snake.

This single stroke cleaved the water snake into two, but the bisected serpent didn't cease its attack.

Although the back half of its body had fallen to the ground and turned into a puddle of water, the front part with the snake's head was still moving forward to bite Donald!

Under pressure, Donald had no choice but to swing his sword again.

This time, the sword sliced directly through the water snake's mouth, cutting the water snake in two with a single stroke.

Sitting on the small wooden platform, Sigmund couldn't help but shake his head when he saw that one water snake was enough to send Donald into such a scramble. He said, “It's normal to be young and spirited, but if you can't accurately assess your own strength, it's not called being young and spirited; it's called courting death.”

Assuming victory was certain, Sigmund said to Donald smugly, “I am a fair man. You severed the arm of a member of the Wilsons, so you should cut off both your hands in return. Only then can I spare your life.”

In Wilson Village, Sigmund's status was even higher than that of Montgomery.

Therefore, his manner of speaking and acting was naturally even more superior than Montgomery.

Donald's intrusion into his small courtyard at night had already greatly annoyed Sigmund.

Since you're already here, how can you leave without leaving something behind?

Moreover, since Donald openly declared his intention to kill me, it's only natural that I use him to establish my authority.

“Just one move, and you think you've already won?”

The reason why Donald appeared so disheveled was entirely because he had a habit of showing weakness to his enemies.

Having journeyed from an ordinary person to his current status, Donald had seen too many so- called geniuses meet with unexpected failure.

While one's strength level was indeed important, what was even more crucial was actual combat experience.

Many people possessed great potential and abilities, yet they lacked any real combat experience. They often started by using their strongest moves, hoping to defeat their opponent with a single strike.

However, many people's techniques were actually quite peculiar, and many could cause unexpected trouble with the help of some weapons or even magical items.

Hence, showing weakness at the outset not only resulted in the other party letting their guard down but, more importantly, provided an opportunity to figure out their attack strategy.

From the small water snake that Sigmund just manipulated, Donald had basically figured out what his attack method was.

Donald, holding his stone sword, sighed and said, “With your intellect, I wonder how you managed to reach Unnerved Realm.”

“What did you say?” Sigmund exploded in anger.

“I'm saying you're brainless, and tonight will be your end.”

As soon as Donald's words fell, he brought the sword in his hand upward in a sweeping slash. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

The sword aura swept across the courtyard floor, leaving a long furrow behind.

It was as if an invisible bull was charging toward Sigmund with unstoppable force.

Sigmund was taken aback and hurriedly leaped to the side to avoid the attack.

With a crisp snap, the sword aura became incredibly fierce as it reached the small wooden platform, slashing a massive gash into it.