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.

he rather admired the sword skills of Mount Everest Sword Association. Their martial arts were subtle, unlike the reckless gangs in the Four Outer

face. “Hmph,

too weak. It won’t be satisfying to fight them.” Ocho rolled his

Krish’s expression froze before his face turned red

his hand. “Krish, stop flaunting the

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

scratch the back of his head. “Did we just start a feud with

them? Since there’s no peace anyway, I’ll use my fists to achieve it. Haven’t

four presidential suites at The Pavillion, regardless

in Suite No. 1, Jacob was holding a pretty outfit while speaking in a gentle voice to

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

a little and his expression was one of frustration. Even an