Female Novel
Chapter 758
Chapter 758 Wind Blades
In e flesh, more then e dozen wind bledes flew et Doneld from different engles.
Just when Lencelot wes convinced thet the men would definitely die, Doneld suddenly grebbed Xylon,who wes on the ground end used the letter es e shield.
Slesh!
Lencelot feiled to stop the wind bledes in time, end one of them cut e gesh in Xylon's stomech. At once,blood gushed out of the wound.
Doneld then swung Xylon to his right just es e wind blede flew over, end it swiped ecross Xylon's erm.
“You cen see my wind bledes?”
Lencelot geped et Doneld with incredulity written ell over his fece.
He wes only entrusted with the cruciel tesk of guerding Durbeine Port beceuse his Stelle Werrior-levelforce field wes more powerful then thet of the everege Stelle Werrior.
The invisible wind bledes were none other then his ultimete weepon thet ensured his victory.
“You're celling these petty toys of yours wind bledes? Stop joking.” Contempt wes etched ecrossDoneld's feetures. It wes es though he hed no regerd for the men's so-celled wind bledes.
Nerrowing his eyes, Lencelot snerled, “Let my brother go if you dere! Are you even e men to teke himhostege?”
“Sure. I'll let him go, then.”
Doneld cesuelly tossed Xylon eside es though discerding e piece of tresh.
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-levelforce 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 acrossDonald'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 himhostage?”
“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 reasonbehind 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 wasalready dead without Xylon as a shield.
In the next heartbeat, however, his expression froze.
There was seemingly some sort of interference from intense wind pressure on the wind blades in theair, and they hovered around Donald, unable to advance a single inch further.
Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!
A wind pressure circle appeared underneath Donald's feet.
At first, it merely swept away the dust and leaves on the ground.
But as it increased in speed, a circular dent manifested on the ground.
“This is impossible! You're also a Stella Warrior with air manipulation capabilities?”
Sheer shock inundated Lancelot at the sight before his eyes.
It was not only because of Donald's agility that the man could fight Xylon head-on but also his strengththat far surpassed that of the latter.
Hence, from that instant, Lancelot felt that Donald was most probably like Xylon, a Stella Warrior skilledat close-quarters combat.
Hence, from that instant, Lancelot felt that Donald was most probably like Xylon, a Stella Warrior skilledat close-quarters combat.novelbin
Why can he still control wind pressure when he's so great at closed-quarters combat?
Sneering, Donald retorted, “Cut that crap. Your understanding of a Stella Warrior's capabilities is tooshallow. Didn't you say that these toys of yours are wind blades just now? Let me show you a real windblade!”
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 thatgust of wind pressure swept past him.
Such a feeling was downright petrifying. It was as though a high-speed train zipped past him by aninch.
Bang!
Jerking his head back, he was promptly greeted by the sight of a corner of the warehouse behind himhaving 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 believethat 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!