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!”

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

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

he saw the ashy pale face of his daughter

chance; put your bow down.” Jacob frostily threatened as he rose

a mirthless smile, and in

step forward and broke the arrow into bits with one punch. With a burst of energy, he jumped more than ten meters and was in front

pointed his right hand with two fingers

was a hiss as the man’s Qi

face was full of vicious intent as he loaded his

exploded in anger as he

that’s too much!” Flint frowned the moment he saw him take out those arrows. He directed his shadows in the

dense with killing intent, and there