Chapter 1036 Sneak Attack


    “So this is the extent of your abilities? I must say, I''m quite disappointed.”


    With a flick of his wrist, the stone sword in Donald''s hand shifted from forward-facing to side-facing.


    Sigmund didn''t notice the subtle movement of Donald''s wrist. He still thought that Donald would, as


    before, strike with an overhead blow.


    Who would have known that after Donald finished his strike this time, he would immediatelyunch


    into a direct thrust.


    The speed of a direct stab was much faster than an overhead sh.


    Caught in his habitual thinking, Sigmund didn''t have time to solidify his water shield. The stone


    sword cut through it as easily as a hot knife through butter, piercing the water shield without any


    resistance.


    The sharp de then plunged into Sigmund''s chest. In disbelief, Sigmund looked at Donald.


    “I... I can''t ept this...”


    It was quite challenging topletely kill an expert in Unnerved Realm.


    After all, they had the ability to harness the vital energy within themselves to stop bleeding from


    wounds.


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    Hence, what would be a fatal injury to an ordinary person could at most be considered a severe


    injury to them.


    Of course, Donald understood this principle. Thus, he loosened his grip on the stone sword in his


    hand and, without looking back, walked toward the outside of the courtyard.


    Sigmund thought that Donald was letting him off the hook.


    Yet, the moment Donald let go, the stone sword started to vibrate intensely.


    The tremors wereing at a rapid frequency. Sigmund felt as if his heart had been pierced by an


    electric drill, and no matter what he did, he couldn''t gather the vital essence within his body.


    In the time it took for Donald to step out of the courtyard, Sigmund''s heart burst open.


    A gush of fresh blood spewed from Sigmund''s mouth. Copsing against the wall, he slid down to


    the ground in a weak and limp manner.


    Unlike Sigmund, who made no attempt to hide his Ste Warrior energy, the other Unnerved Realm


    expert kept his faintly discernible.


    Relying on his keen perception of Ste Warrior energy, Donald arrived in front of a small hut.


    Unlike most of the mansions in Wilson Vige, this little hut also had a courtyard. However, there


    were nondscaped gardens in the yard, just chicken coops and pigsties.


    Judging from the living conditions here alone, the person residing in this ce shouldn''t be an


    expert from Wilson Vige.


    Isn''t it too shabby for an expert to live in a ce like this?


    But Donald trusted his intuition.


    As he pushed open the picket gate and stepped in, three whooshing sounds came directly from


    straight ahead of him.


    Without thinking, Donald dodged the three feather arrows, unaware that there was a very fine silk


    thread attached to the end of them.


    The threads grazed Donald''s head, and a few strands of cut hair drifted past his eyes.


    Donald immediately furrowed his brows.


    It seems that this so-called expert from the Wilson family really likes to use hidden weapons.


    Had I not dodged quickly enough just now, I would have been beheaded by the trailing silk threads,


    even if it seemed like I had evaded the feather arrows.


    Since his opponent excelled in using hidden weapons, Donald found no reason to hold back


    anymore.


    He casually picked up a wooden club from the side and held it in his hand. Step by step, he walked


    toward the small hut.


    Again, there was the sharp sound of something cutting through the air,ing from straight ahead.


    Donald directly channeled his vital essence into the wooden club and swung it toward the arrows


    shooting at him.


    But halfway through the swing, Donald suddenly realized something.


    With a quick shift of his feet, he twisted his body


    A flying knife whizzed past where he had just been standing, creating arge tear in his clothes.


    He first used the arrows to draw my attention, but the real killing move was this silent, poisoned


    flying knife. This person is truly meticulous and ruthless.


    Unlike arrows, which could be set up to fire automatically, a flying knife required a person''s direct


    involvement.


    Donald followed the direction from which the flying knife hade, and sure enough, he saw a


    person dressed in a stealth suit.


    Seeing that the thrown knife had missed its mark, the person quickly turned, intending to disappear


    into the shadows.


    “Leaving already? Did I give you my permission?”


    With a stomp of his right foot, Donald instantly caused dozens of sharp spikes to burst from the


    ground beneath the man.