The Mighty Dragon Warrior

“Old Hunter, who asked you to meddle?!”

“Ha! If it wasn’t for Old Hunter meddling, you would have ruined Hunter’s Association’s reputation!” A deep and husky voice called out, followed by two men walking toward Flint.

The man who spoke was a thirty-ish year-old man, and beside him was a middle-aged man with strangely long arms, a bow in his left hand and arrows in a barrel strapped to his back.

“I don’t think our association’s reputation was saved with Old Hunter’s meddling!” Flint pouted.

The younger man gave him a look and shook his head. Then, he turned to look at Jacob Lynch and said, “Mr. Lynch, we are very glad that you are here, but we would like to remind you that there are some rules you should keep.”

Jacob glanced at the broken arrows on the ground and then raised his head with a frosty look in his eyes.

“You better get out of here when I’m still being nice!” He spat.

“So full of yourself!”

a heavy expression on his face. His arm moved, and a foot-long arrow appeared

painfully pulled himself up from the ground and gently advised the old man with his bow out, “Old

face of

down.” Jacob frostily threatened as he rose up

have?” The man’s lips tilted in a mirthless smile, and in

With a burst of energy, he jumped more

young man called out. He pointed his right hand with two

body to avert the attack. There was a hiss as the

four thin arrows out from his barrel in the wave of an arm. His face was full of vicious intent as he

Jacob exploded in anger as he

the moment he saw him take out

air got dense with killing intent, and there