The Mighty Dragon Warrior

Jacob nodded approvingly as he looked at thirty young Dragon Guardians who stood in formation under the rain. Lewis Martial Arts School disciples wailed and screamed all around them.

Then, he waved his hand to dismiss the young Dragon Guardians and appeared before Timothy with a single step.

Timothy looked at Jacob and saw that not a single drop of rain touched three feet around his body. Shock appeared on his already pale face. “Is that Protective Force Field? No way!”

Jacob arched an eyebrow nonchalantly upon hearing him.

Then, he leaned down and looked at Timothy indifferently. “Listen closely because I will only say it once. I didn’t kill anyone in that detention cell.”

Timothy forced back his terror and said, “You didn’t kill him? Are you saying the Lewis Martial Arts School’s disciple in the station lied?”

But if you come here and cause trouble again, don’t think you can leave with such a minor injury.” Jacob turned around and returned to

who were either unconscious or groaning in pain, were the only ones who

“Those people were too powerful! Should we call three hundred backups? Perhaps three hundred is still not enough. We should call five

us couldn’t defeat you b*stards, five hundred should

and strong connections throughout Paramount. I’m confident that we will bankrupt

a wealthy family himself. He

wait for Master and big brother’s return.” Timothy’s gaze turned fierce, but he suddenly recalled how Jacob was able to prevent rain from

Field was a standard indicator of a Grandmaster. However, even his Master, who had trained for sixty years, was barely able to reach that

Timothy saw a young man, who could not be more than twenty-four years old, using that technique. The significance

disciples were too distracted by pain

as knowledgeable as Timothy. Thus, even if they did see it, they would

the door and left the small and dimly lit data