Chapter 490
“Was my guess right?” Mnie thought that she had made the right guess when Donald did not
respond to her, and the mockery in her expression turned more intense.
Donald only looked at her with dull eyes before muttering, “I just don''t want my grandpa to be sad.
Why else would his death have anything to do with me?”
“You''re absurd!” Mnie fumed. As she jabbed a finger at Donald, she bellowed, “Get out of here
right now!”
The middle-aged men around them also grimaced. “Boy, are you here to cause a scene?”
However, Donald scanned his surroundings before walking straight toward Solomon''s room.
“Stop! If you take another step further, we''re not going to show you any mercy!” Mnie ordered.
They were at the Sanchez residence, and there were plenty of mighty fighters hiding around. In fact,
there were some retired Novem Ste Warriors among them.
Barely any locals dared toe to the Sanchez residence to pick a fight.
Still, Donald continued his way to the room. In the blink of an eye, he was at the doorway, about to
enter.
Mnie''s scowl deepened, and she took a step to the side, seemingly opening up a path for
someone.
Indeed, a man in traditional garbs and a long umbre in his hands appeared.
There were no expressions on his face, but he had a sharp gaze. After fixing his eyes on Donald,
he charged toward Donald''s back with the umbre in his hands.
In the other direction, an elderly man in a long green robe and a cane in his hands appeared. He did
not have much hair, his mustache was white, and his eyes seemed cloudy, but his presence was a
commanding one. Like the umbre-wielding man, he was swift, and he was aiming his cane at
Donald''s head.
Those two were retired Novem Ste Warriors, and they were close to bing Decem Ste
Warriors.
The elderly man, especially, was a prominent figure from the same period as Noah''s father, Randy.
Seventy years ago at the first discovery of Quadfield, he had be the man in charge of the
ce, and he had made achievements.
“Yadriel Qualls. Waylon Diaz,” Donald softly said after recognizing them.
The two narrowed their eyes a little, surprised and confused about how Donald had recognized
them. Nevertheless, they did not slow down. As a matter of fact, they came at him with even more
force.
As Donald watched the two powerful attacks heading toward him, he raised his right arm. As if his
fingers were des, he tapped the end tip of the umbre.
After a crackling sound, Mnie felt as if a sh of thunder had sounded out in her head, and her
world spun.
The ck umbre cracked and shattered before the pieces stabbed into the wall.
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Almost at the same time, Donald tapped Yadriel''s cane in the same way he did with the umbre.
That cane was also made with a rare metal found in Quadfield, and it was extremely sturdy. Even
though it was not as good as jurganite, it was certainly much stronger than any type of metal sold in
the market.
Yet, that expensive cane was still broken by Donald with just one move.
At that moment, Yadriel felt as if Donald was a dragon waking from its sleep. Then, he felt
destructive power pouring into his arms and nearly quaking him to death.
Homicidal intent manifested on Waylon''s face, and he rushed toward Donald to swing a fist at his
face.
All Donald did was to lift his hand slightly to intercept the fist. With a casual swing to the side, he
sent Waylon flying.
Mnie was astounded as her eyes widened.
Yadriel was a Novem Ste Warrior from seventy years ago, and Waylon was a mighty fighter from
Mount Konge.
However, the attacks from those two elite fighters had just been easily deflected by the young man.
In other words, that young man was a formidable opponent.
By then, everyone was looking at Donald as if he could decimate them all in seconds.
“Who are you?” one of the middle-aged men cried out.
“Donald Campbell.” Donald then inclined his head respectfully at Waylon and Yadriel. “Apologies for
my rude actions.”
Yadriel then asked, “May I know how powerful you are, young man?”