The Mighty Dragon Warrior

“Very strong.” Holden looked down at his chest. “With one move, I was up in the air. If I didn’t react quick enough and escape when the window was broken, I would be dead by now!”

“Just one move?” Nico trembled a little.

As they had crossed districts for this attack, only elites that were ranked at the top were chosen. Any one of them were at the peak of their overall strength.

The Dragon Guardians’ strength could be seen from how they crushed dried weeds and smashed rotten wood along the way. Whether it was the Four Outer Districts, Central Federation, or within the organization, with the peak of their overall strength, they were at a high-level at the very least.

But Holden couldn’t even withstand one move. The last time the Dragon Guardians had met with a rival like this was when they had surrounded the Blood Thorns and faced their leader, Aaron Arthur.

Thinking about how Mr. York had gone up, Nico’s expression relaxed.

So what if the top-ranked were beaten? There was still his leader, and he was one of the most well-known figures. Furthermore…

look flickered across Nico’s eyes as he looked up at the empty ceiling. Their boss was around. The

like that, it seems like the power of our own Mr. York isn’t all that

was looking down on him, Andres stepped into the night and with the wind, he

a hole in the glass window. What greeted him was an orange fireball with unfathomable

of heat were spreading. With one clap from Andres, strong wind

he raised his eyes, there were numerous fierce, cold, and huge figures standing upright in

crimson hair and a mole in between his brows. His gaze sharpened and the air vibrated. Another fireball appeared mid-air, and it was a deeper red than the previous orange fireball. It swept along

slim woman who was wearing a green mask instructed

eye, Andres gently breathed in the burning air. He got

whizzed ahead like the head of an invisible dragon

people, a middle-aged man with a simple appearance and

“Hmph!”