Son In Law Madness
Chapter 767

Chapter 767 Not His Match

The tiger was the king of animals, and its attacks were frighteningly powerful.

At the same time, one elephant was capable of annihilating ten enemies. If it stomped its feet, Donald could only dodge. He did not dare to confront it at all.

Nevertheless, Donald had to admit that Mortimer's attacks were innovative and amusing.

In fact, Donald could sense that the summoned beings' agility and attack speed had vastly increased once Mortimer's Stella Warrior force field was fully activated.

Standing behind Mortimer, Aldrich was laughing boisterously as he watched Donald dodge the ferocious beasts' attacks.

"Very good! F*ck! This d*mn brat thinks too highly of himself. How dare he look down on me? Mortimer, kill that brat, and I'll give you another two million!" Aldrich ordered.

He knew how powerful Mortimer was, so he was certain that Donald was doomed.

Yet, when he walked to Mortimer's side, he was frightened by the latter's appearance.

Mortimer had beads of sweat on his forehead, and his face was completely colorless.

"Mortimer, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"

"Leave now, Mr. Fuller... This brat isn't a nobody. I might not be able to defeat him," Mortimer said, sounding extremely frail.

"What? How can you not be his match? Aren't you making him run everywhere right now?"

A woeful chuckle left Mortimer's mouth. "He's only toying with me. If he wanted to end this fight, he could have done so when it began."

Indeed, Donald was interested in the summoned beings.

He wanted to replace out whether or not those summoned beings possessed a consciousness of their own and to what extent they could be used.

Therefore, despite how he seemed to be running helter-skelter to dodge the attacks, those beasts were actually unable to come close to him. That was a clear indicator of the power gap between Donald and Mortimer.

Aldrich was good at following others' advice. Since Mortimer had confessed to him that he was no match for Donald, he immediately got ready to scurry away.

Alas, Donald had been placing part of his attention on him.

Seeing that Aldrich was trying to sneak off, Donald tossed the wooden stick at him.

Like a bullet, the stick brushed past Aldrich's ear and stabbed into the wall.

Horrified, Aldrich's legs gave out, and he nearly fell to the ground on his knees.

At the same time, Donald swung his arm. Four wind blades sliced toward the beasts in all directions, making those beasts revert into a pool of ink in the blink of an eye.

"Can you draw something else?" he asked Mortimer, regarding the latter with a half-smile. It seemed like he was planning on giving him another chance to launch an attack.

However, the summoning of those beasts would consume the energy of Stella Warrior. Donald had killed all the beasts, and Mortimer lacked the energy to summon more.

"It looks like you've run out of tricks. Why don't you check mine out instead?" Donald voiced.

With a gentle wave of his right hand, the surrounding wind whipped up the leaves on the ground to form a bull.

Even though the bull was not as fierce as the tiger and the leopard, its sudden appearance still startled Mortimer.

"How... How did you know..." Mortimer stuttered, staring dazedly at Donald as if he had seen a ghost.

Was he observing how I channeled the energy of Stella Warrior while avoiding the beasts? Is that why he managed to summon one after studying me for a short moment?

"I learned by observing. It doesn't seem too difficult," Donald answered.

That flabbergasted Mortimer even more. Did he really learn it through observation? Just who is this man?

When Donald realized Mortimer was staring at him in shock instead of launching an attack, he sighed and said, "It seems that you've really run out of tricks. In that case, die."