Chapter 1073 Overwhelmingly Formidable Power
While Donald had prior knowledge of other nations and organizations carrying out the Super Soldier
Project, he was still apprehensive upon witnessing such a formidable cyborg appear before him.
Evaluating the ferocity of the iron spike''s assault moments ago, Donald was convinced that the iron
spike itself posed a genuine threat to him.
Strangely, he couldn''t detect any Ste Warrior energy emanating from this cyborg.
This suggested that the cyborg either entirelycked Ste Warrior energy, or perhaps, he hadn''t
be a Ste Warrior through the conventional methods of cultivation.
This anomaly presented quite a challenge for Donald.
If he couldn''t ascertain the cyborg''s power level, he couldn''t afford to act impulsively, so as not to
provide his adversary with an opening to exploit any vulnerabilities.
“Mr. Campbell, you disyed quite the courage a moment ago. Now, I''ve found you a worthy
opponent. Please, don''t hold back,” Aspen dered, and without dy, the cyborgunched himself
toward Donald.
The sheer weight of the cyborg was staggering, and as he advanced, each of his steps resonated
like a tremor in the earth beneath.
Observing the four mechanical tentacles thrashing violently in the air behind him, Donald swiftly
discerned that something was awry.
The reach of the four mechanical tentacles was exceptionally broad.
If he ventured entirely within their range, it seemed improbable that he could escape easily.
With this in mind, Donald swiftly retreated, aiming to leverage his agility to outmaneuver the cyborg
and confront Aspen directly.
Yet, Aspen had foreseen this move from the start.
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He pressed a blue button, and in an instant, a blueser barrier ascended, enclosing the entire
deck.
Donald nearly collided with theser barrier, but his swift reflexes saved the day, allowing him to pull
back just in the nick of time.
Aspen addressed Donald, saying, “Mr. Campbell, please enjoy the battle inside. I''m going to carry
on with my own business.”
Having restricted Donald within a designated boundary, Aspen turned his attention away and
gestured for the wealthy merchants to continue swiping their cards.
If even someone as formidable as Donald was tightly constrained by Aspen, how could the rest of
them possibly harbor any thoughts of resisting?
The wealthy merchants who had swiped their cards were swiftly granted entry to their designated
rooms, where they could rest.
Meanwhile, the others were left standing in the sea breeze, observing the impending battle between
the cyborg and Donald to see who would emerge victorious.
The mechanical tentacles swiftly closed in on Donald from various angles with incredible velocity.
Initially, Donald contemted defending himself using his hands and feet.
However, after directly confronting the tentacles twice, Donald came to the startling realization that
these tentacles were crafted from a special alloy. Surprisingly, his own body couldn''t match their
strength.
If he kept taking hits, even if the tentacles didn''t target his vital areas, his limbs would sumb to
the relentless force of these assaults.
Thinking of this, Donald took a step backward, nting his right hand against the wall adjacent to
him.
A piercing sound of contorting metal resonated through the air.
To the amazement of onlookers, a thick,rge steel te underwent an astonishing transformation,
warping and reshaping into a longsword under the influence of Donald''s Ste Warrior energy.
Aspen''s eyes narrowed slightly, and he found himself growing increasingly impressed with Donald.
The fact that a Ste Warrior of Donald''s caliber had the ability to defeat ck Dragon and Tito was
already remarkable. Now, it appeared that Donald was eager to embrace the challenge of
confronting a formidable cyborg.
Could this Donald have a formidable background?
“Heather, could you please bring me myputer? I want to look up who this Donald really is,” said
Aspen.
“Yes, Mr. Oakley.” Heather turned around and headed toward Aspen''s office.
Meanwhile, Donald, wielding his longsword, initiated his battle with the cyborg.
In addition to fashioning a long knife from therge steel te, Donald used it to forge twenty-three
small flying knives that circled around him incessantly.
Donald, who had attained mastery in the Possession Realm, disyed a remarkable proficiency in
object maniption.
This time, rather than awaiting the cyborg''s action, Donald seized the initiative and advanced.
The four mechanical tentacles wasted no time and promptlyunched an assault on Donald.
Nevertheless, as the four tentacles stirred into action, the twenty-three small flying knives that
encircled Donald also sprang into motion.
A handful of these small knives fearlessly embedded themselves directly into the cyborg''s
mechanical w.
The substantial impact momentarily halted the advancing mechanical w, providing Donald with a
crucial opening to evade the attack.
The very moment the mechanical w came to a standstill, the remaining airborne knives surged
upward,unching a relentless assault on the w, akin to ants scaling a tree.
A plethora of sparks erupted from the mechanical w as it withstood the barrage.
The cyborg regarded Donald with a face brimming with disdain, as though mocking him for
overestimating his own capabilities.
While the flying knives sessfully intercepted the mechanical w''s attack, the cyborg himself
possessed formidablebat skills.
He wielded a shield in his left hand and a meteor hammer in his right.
Just as Donald closed the distance, the meteor hammer was hurled directly at him.
Thud!
The weighty meteor hammer descended like an elephant''s mighty stomp, each impact delivering a
bone-rattling shock to any observer.
After dodging the il, Donald lunged forward, driving his knife directly into the cyborg''s chest. The
cyborg reacted with remarkable speed, using the shield in his left hand to swiftly deflect the
longsword in Donald''s grip.
In this initial round of their confrontation, neither party managed to gain a clear advantage.
Furthermore, the flying knives under Donald''s control proved unable to endure the relentless assault
of the mechanical tentacles for an extended period. Consequently, he had no choice but to withdraw
temporarily, once again maintaining a cautious distance from the cyborg.
Despite the cyborg''s absence of Ste Warrior energy, he did not perceive Donald as a significant
threat at this particr juncture.
So what if he defeated ck Dragon? So what if he seeded in killing Tito? I''m standing right
here like an insurmountable mountain. No matter how strong and capable you are, Donald
Campbell, you''ll still have to fall before me.
The cyborg wore a taunting expression as if daring Donald to make another move. Without any
hesitation, Donald surged forward, charging at the cyborg once more, longsword in hand.
Donald continued to unleash a series of attacks on the cyborg, but his every move met with a
steadfast defense from the mechanical foe.
Each time the cyborg''s meteor hammer descended, it carried the potential for a fatal strike against
Donald.
If he happened to be even a fraction too slow in his reactions, his life could hang in the bnce
beneath the merciless force of the meteor hammer.
Observing the intense sh between Donald and the cyborg, Aspen wore an expression of disdain.
In his view, Donald was already at the end of his tether.
In Aspen''s eyes, everyone makes mistakes at times, as long as they''re human.
For a cyborg,mitting an error was of little consequence, as their life system operated entirely
differently from that of a regr person. What might prove a lethal injury to an average individual
was, to a cyborg, no more than a superficial wound.
However, for Donald, even a minor mistake could spell the difference between life and death.
Therefore, Aspen held a rather low opinion of Donald, firmly convinced that the battle''s oue
had already been determined in his favor.
At that moment, Heather returned.
She approached Aspen and said softly, “Mr. Oakley, I couldn''t find theptop in your office.”
“Hmm?”
Aspen raised an eyebrow. “How could that be possible? Are you sure you''ve searched thoroughly?”
“I''ve indeed searched thoroughly. It''s really not in the office.”
Aspen fell silent for a moment before asking, “You mentioned earlier that Donald didn''te alone.
So, where is the other person now?”
Hearing Aspen''s question, Heather immediately realized the problem.
“Mr. Oakley, are you saying that woman took yourptop?”
“Whether it''s true or not, you must find that woman immediately!”