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Chapter 887 Who Are You To Ask Me That Question
Chapter 887 Who Are You To Ask Me That Question
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Junio grabbed the vase, shattering it into pieces.
After exerting more force, he turned those broken pieces into white powder.
Donald narrowed his eyes. Looks like Junio has mastered the Eagle Claw technique. Those fingers are indeed extraordinary.
Junio did not give Donald any chance to catch his breath. He reached out, determined to take the latter down.
However, Donald's agile movements and quick reflexes made it nearly impossible for Junio to maintain a solid grip on him. Every time he grabbed Donald's arm or shoulder, the man effortlessly shook him off, making it seem as though he was playing with Junio like a ball, bouncing away each time Junio attempted to catch him.
If being able to dodge his attack once or twice could be considered sheer luck, the fact that Donald managed to evade him repeatedly indicated that he had developed skills to counteract the Eagle Claw technique.
At that point, Junio began to feel embarrassed to lose out to a young man like Donald, especially with all the Harpers watching him.
With that thought in mind, he extended his left hand to grab Geraldine.
Geraldine was taken aback by Junio's sudden move. Having witnessed the power of his fingers in combat before, she knew how formidable they could be. I'll be done for if he gets hold of me!
With a swift move, Donald stepped forward and positioned himself in front of Geraldine, as if trying to shield her from any potential harm.
As Junio anticipated Donald's reaction, he swiftly retracted his left hand and extended his right hand to go for a stranglehold.
Got him!
Junio was confident that victory was on his side.
He turned to Donald and smirked. “Aren't you good at dodging? Why aren't you dodging anymore?”
“We should never let our opponent be familiar with our moves, shouldn't we? No doubt you have great knowledge in combat strategy, but not in practice,” Donald responded.
Junio took offense at his remark. “You're about to die, yet you still dare to talk back to me? Do you know I can kill you with just a simple flick of my finger?”
“Really? Go on and give it a shot, then.” Donald challenged him.
Junio was struck dumb by his opponent's confidence.
With Zeyman's approval, Junio channeled energy to his right hand, ready to deliver his final flow.
However, he soon noticed something was amiss when he exerted force.
It felt as if his hand was pressed against a concrete surface. It did not harm Donald at all. In fact, Donald did not even flinch from his strike.
“No way! That's impossible!” Junio's Eagle Claw technique, honed over more than four decades of practice, had never failed him before. While he might not be able to crush gold and diamond with it, subduing a man should have been a walk in the park.
The turn of events was beyond Junio's comprehension. He was appalled to learn that Donald remained so unaffected, not even out of breath, as if nothing had occurred.
“Is that all? I guess it's my turn now.” Donald lifted his right leg and delivered a direct kick to Junio's stomach.
Donald's swift and powerful kick caught Junio completely off guard. The force of the impact sent him flying through the air like a kicked ball, and he crashed into the wall of the living room, his body embedding itself into the plaster.
What seemed like an ordinary kick at first glance held an incredible display of power and skill.
The other two elders, Zeyman and Hyder, stared at Donald with serious expressions plastered on their faces.
At that moment, they finally realized Donald was not a pushover, much less an ordinary folk.
“Who are you? Tell us where you're from!” one of them inquired.
Donald chuckled. “You want to know where I'm from? I'm sorry, but who are you to ask me that question?”
“You arrogant brat! Are you tired of living?” Both Zeyman and Hyder abandoned any sense of martial ethics and initiated another round of aggressive attacks, aiming to overpower Donald.
They sought to subdue Donald and forcibly take him to the Harper family's mausoleum, where they planned to extract forgiveness from him through coercion, ultimately ending his life as punishment.