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!”

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

man with

as he saw the ashy pale face of his daughter after being frightened by the man’s

your last chance; put your bow down.”

You’re ordering me? What right do you have?” The man’s lips tilted in a mirthless smile, and in the

punch. With a burst of energy, he

out!” The young man called out. He pointed his right hand with

a hiss as the man’s

wave of an arm. His face was full of vicious intent as he loaded his bow. The quiver trembled as he pulled it. He had two arrows aimed

in anger as he saw

moment he saw him take out those

with killing intent, and there were waves of Qi rolling through