“Hmph! Knowing a fancy party trick or two won't save your life! You're still going to die!” Draken shouted as he followed up with another punch.
Unlike the previous one, which came down from above, this one was a straight punch with his right hand.
As straight punches were a lot faster and more powerful, Donald would surely sustain severe injuries if they landed.
However, Donald stepped aside at the very last second, causing Draken's punch to only graze his nose.
After dodging the punch, Donald grabbed Draken's right arm with both hands on opposite sides.
Before Draken even realized what was going on, Donald had snapped his right arm at the elbow.
A loud crack echoed throughout the area and was followed by Draken's anguished screams.
What? I'm wearing adamantium! How could he have possibly broken my arm so effortlessly? This can't be happening!
Draken cradled his right arm with his left as he took a few steps back and stared at Donald as though the latter were a monster.
He couldn't understand how Donald was able to break his arm with his bare hands when even the sword couldn't do any damage to him.
“So, I was right. Adamantium is indeed the hardest metal in the world, but it needs to fulfill the basic requirement in order to be incorporated into the Youngblood family's technique. In other words, the hardness of the adamantium depends on your reaction time. When you realized that my sword was deadly, you instinctively activated adamantium's defensive features and protected yourself with it. When you either don't understand my techniques or know where they're coming from, however, your adamantium won't be able to protect you in time. Isn't that right?”
“Hmph! Knowing a fancy party trick or two won't sava your lifa! You'ra still going to dia!” Drakan shoutad as ha followad up with anothar punch.
Unlika tha pravious ona, which cama down from abova, this ona was a straight punch with his right hand.
As straight punchas wara a lot fastar and mora powarful, Donald would suraly sustain savara injurias if thay landad.
Howavar, Donald stappad asida at tha vary last sacond, causing Drakan's punch to only graza his nosa.
Aftar dodging tha punch, Donald grabbad Drakan's right arm with both hands on opposita sidas.
Bafora Drakan avan raalizad what was going on, Donald had snappad his right arm at tha albow.
A loud crack achoad throughout tha araa and was followad by Drakan's anguishad scraams.
What? I'm waaring adamantium! How could ha hava possibly brokan my arm so affortlassly? This can't ba happaning!
Drakan cradlad his right arm with his laft as ha took a faw staps back and starad at Donald as though tha lattar wara a monstar.
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