The Mighty Dragon Warrior

Hearing that, Ocho, who was silently counting how much money he would be penalized, raised his brows to glance at him. “You should be thankful and grateful.”

They were in Central Federation, where the Scarlet Dragons had yet to stand firm on their own two feet. Otherwise, with the tyrannical ways of the Scarlet Dragons in the Four Outer Districts, Ludwig wouldn’t be left with just a few injuries.

Ludwig spat out a breath of stale air. A flash of indignation flashed across his eyes. As for Krish, who was supporting Ludwig, he glared at Ocho furiously and seethed in anger.

Thankful? Grateful? Be thankful that we lost without dying? Be grateful that you showed us mercy? Humiliation! This was plain humiliation!

Ludwig got up slowly with a dark expression and said in a cold voice, “I, Ludwig Juan, am only an insignificant swordsman in Mount Everest Sword Association. I have no excuses for losing. But in a few days, the president and elders from Mount Everest Sword Association will look for you in person. I hope you’ll be so kind as to enlighten them when the time comes!”

“Your president and your elders will be coming?” Ocho’s eyes gleamed a little and his breathing quickened.

were subtle, unlike the reckless gangs in the

trace of smugness on Krish’s face. “Hmph, are you

coming will be too weak. It won’t be satisfying

expression froze before his face

waved his hand. “Krish, stop flaunting the

Ocho fiercely, then supported Ludwig as they walked slowly to the doors

Ocho reached out his hand to scratch the back

and he muttered disapprovingly, “So what if we offended them? Since there’s no peace anyway, I’ll use my fists to achieve it.

the best suites among the four presidential suites at The Pavillion, regardless of interior decoration

1, Jacob was holding a pretty outfit while speaking in a gentle voice to his daughter who was hiding in the covers. “Heidi, be a good girl. Come and

want to, I don’t want to!” A young, muffled

and his expression was one of frustration.