Donald felt as if he'd seen a ghost, his whole body turned cold. He had tried his best to avoid Lin Fei, not daring to fly at high altitudes, and only weaving through tall buildings to keep Lin Fei from discovering him.
Yet he never expected Lin Fei would still find him.
This was truly more terrifying than an incessant haunting spirit.
Donald now, from the bottom of his heart, felt fear towards Lin Fei.
"Old Master, where are you planning to go?" Under the stars and moon, Lin Fei stood with hands behind his back on the torch held high by the Statue of Liberty, exuding an aura of dominance over the sky.
Donald, clad in the Flying Divine Weapon, hovered about seven or eight ters in the air away from the Statue of Liberty.
"Lin Fei, what will it take for you to let go?" Donald looked at Lin Fei on the Statue of Liberty, speaking with a nearly broken voice.
Looking at Donald, Lin Fei responded, "If people don't provoke , I don't provoke them. This ti, you pushed against , and even took my son. If I let you go just like that, wouldn't I be leaving a threat that could harm my family?"
When Donald had Weber and Weber Rise deal with Lin Fei initially, he hadn't realized Lin Fei was so difficult to handle.
If he'd recognized Lin Fei to be such a formidable adversary, he'd never have ssed with him.
But now, saying anything proved too late.
"Lin Fei, I was wrong. I shouldn't have offended you, nor should I have taken your son. But your son is safe now. How about I transfer one hundred billion dollars from the Weber Conglorate to you as compensation?" Donald sought reconciliation.
Though a hundred billion is a huge sum, for soone like Donald, money at his level of power isn't of significant importance.
With his abilities, he could easily acquire great fortunes.
What he cared about was pursuing ultimate Martial Dao power and immortality.
Lin Fei, faced with Donald's expensive compensation offer, remained calm and said, "I'm not interested in your money. If you want to live, you have only one choice—cripple your martial arts, and I might spare your life."
Cripple martial arts!
Upon hearing this, it was like a bolt from the blue to Donald.
His current power was the result of hundreds of years of cultivation. If he were to cripple his martial arts, all those years of effort would be gone instantly.
And without his power, given his current age of three hundred, he'd likely die of old age within days.
Donald let out a cold laughter, "You want to cripple my martial arts; how is that different from killing ?"
"I don't know if there's a difference, but if you don't do it, I'll do it for you," Lin Fei replied.
Biting his teeth, Donald said, "Lin Fei, since you're determined to drive into a corner, then I'll fight you to the end!"
As his words fell, Donald pressed a button on his hand, opening a pocket from which he extracted a phone, quickly dialing a number.
Soon the call was connected, and an adult's voice ca through, "Old Master, what are your orders?"
"Weber Reg, if I'm killed by Lin Fei today, rember to seek revenge for with my master." Without waiting for a response, Donald crushed the phone in his hand into pieces.
His hand released, allowing the dust to scatter.
Donald then locked his sharp gaze on Lin Fei, having no retreat and resolved to battle Lin Fei to the death.
Though he anticipated he wouldn't match Lin Fei, he was determined to make Lin Fei experience hardship even in his death.
Standing atop the torch of the Statue of Liberty, Lin Fei seed unperturbed by Donald's resolute aura, rely pondering over the identity of the master Donald had ntioned in his call to Weber Reg.
Soone capable of being a master to a Martial Saint of the eighth level like Donald must possess even greater powers, possibly a legendary expert, warranting Lin Fei's attention.
Nonetheless, knowing Donald had a master did not deter Lin Fei from resolving to eliminate Donald.
With Donald around, the threat remained, and he wouldn't risk having Xiaofei abducted again.
Boom.
At that mont, Donald, clad in robotic war armor of the Flying Divine Weapon, emitted a whirlwind-like crimson Martial Saint energy, imdiately creating a powerful pressure in the sky.
The sa, a breeze-like current enveloped Lin Fei's body, creating an extraordinary ambiance with an inherent majestic presence.
Swish.
Right then, Donald angrily shouted, "Kill!—"
The Flying Divine Weapon glistened silver under the stars and moon, striking at Lin Fei as swiftly as lightning.
With Donald unleashing his full power punching towards Lin Fei, the winds and clouds stirred across the sky, descending as an overwhelming force.
An enormity of murderous intent perated the heavens.
Lin Fei watched the rolling clouds press down alongside the lightning-like attack of Donald, his expression unwavering.
As Donald's furious Martial Saint-powered blow was about to land on Lin Fei, a glint flashed in Lin Fei's eyes.
At the critical mont, Lin Fei swiftly made his move, grabbing Donald's coming fist.
Donald widened his eyes, realizing his fist felt as though captured by Lin Fei's hand, utterly motionless, as if rooted to the spot.
Without other options, Donald could only continuously channel his power, focusing it towards his fist, to unceasingly attack Lin Fei.
But regardless of how he commanded his force, Lin Fei's grip held his fist unmoving, as steadfast as a rock.
So much power dispersion turned Donald's complexion into a reddish hue, no different from a pig's liver.
"Worn out, aren't you? Then let send you to have a rest!" Lin Fei said, smiling at Donald.
However, Lin Fei's smile appeared overly dangerous in Donald's eyes.
Next, Lin Fei grasped him by the wrist above his fist.
Swish.
With a flick, Lin Fei tossed him aside.
This was Lin Fei's way of saying he'd let Donald rest a while, by actually flinging him away.
Donald found it impossible to resist Lin Fei's astonishing strength, flying off like ragged cloth.
Bang, the heavy collision echoed, as one saw Donald crash on the facial area of the Statue of Liberty.
Crack, crack.
Donald crashed fiercely, causing cracks to spread over the face of the Statue of Liberty, then he fell onto the Statue's shoulder.
"Puh!~~" Donald opened the robot's mouth, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Swish.
Lin Fei's body moved like lightning, floating from the torch of the Statue of Liberty, becoming a blur mid-air, transforming into a phantom, attacking downward at Donald.
Donald sensed a world-shaking power descending, startled, and hurriedly took off.
Yet, though he flew fast, Lin Fei followed even faster, bang, Lin Fei's palm pressed firmly against Donald's chest.
Donald lost control, like a kite with broken strings, flying towards the Statue of Liberty's crown, symbolizing the seven continents with its seven spikes. (Note: Readers unfamiliar with the seven spikes of the Statue of Liberty can refer to Wikipedia.)
With a squelch, Donald's body collided with one of the statue's spikes, piercing his chest.
The spike ran through his back and out of his chest, and he almost imdiately died, his head drooping, blood streaming from his chest.
Perched atop the Statue's head, Lin Fei saw Donald dead, then swiftly flew off the night as a bird disappearing into the night sky.
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