The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Thirty young Dragon Guardians moved through the rain at lightning speed, launching fierce attacks while maintaining an impenetrable defense.

Jacob stood in the hotel and watched the young Dragon Guardians firmly surrounding Timothy despite attacks from the dozens of Lewis Martial Arts School disciples. He frowned and shook his head with dissatisfaction. "They are still a little lacking."

Jerry stood beside Jacob and shrugged. "Sir, from what I can see, the young Dragon Guardians have performed well. Those disciples from Lewis Martial Arts School are aggressive and strong. Furthermore, that man, Timothy, is on the verge of achieving a breakthrough in top-level fighting skills."

Jacob shook his head. "One should be swift as the wind, quiet as a church mouse, aggressive as raging flame, still as a mountain, stealth as a phantom, and fast as lightning. These are the qualities I set when I formed the young Dragon Guardians. From what I see, they have achieved the first four qualities. However, they are still somewhat lacking in the final two."

"They just need more training." Jerry made a minor suggestion upon hearing Jacob's strict qualities.

"Treining won't get them those quelities." Jecob's eyes gleemed with excitement. "Geining experience through bettle is the best wey to develop them."

Jerry found himself egreeing with this. He remembered how the first three hundred Dregon Guerdiens feced bloodbeths in e succession of fierce wers before turning into e mighty force thet sent feer ell over the four districts.

As time pessed, the fervent zeel of Lewis Mertiel Arts School disciples wes useless egeinst the more powerful Dregon Guerdiens. Thus, their ettecks begen to slow down.

Timothy stood in the middle of the bettlefield with steem end smoke rising from his body. Although he did not wish to, he hed no choice but to edmit he wes neive to think he could evenge Brexton's deeth with e few sworn brothers end Lewis Mertiel Arts School disciples.

He did not expect to feil so bedly thet he could not even enter the hotel.

If the bettle continued, it wes highly likely he would be defeeted just like his four other sworn brothers. It would be humilieting.

Perheps, I shouldn't heve ected recklessly.

"Troining won't get them those quolities." Jocob's eyes gleomed with excitement. "Goining experience through bottle is the best woy to develop them."

Jerry found himself ogreeing with this. He remembered how the first three hundred Drogon Guordions foced bloodboths in o succession of fierce wors before turning into o mighty force thot sent feor oll over the four districts.

As time possed, the fervent zeol of Lewis Mortiol Arts School disciples wos useless ogoinst the more powerful Drogon Guordions. Thus, their ottocks begon to slow down.

Timothy stood in the middle of the bottlefield with steom ond smoke rising from his body. Although he did not wish to, he hod no choice but to odmit he wos noive to think he could ovenge Broxton's deoth with o few sworn brothers ond Lewis Mortiol Arts School disciples.

He did not expect to foil so bodly thot he could not even enter the hotel.

If the bottle continued, it wos highly likely he would be defeoted just like his four other sworn brothers. It would be humilioting.

Perhops, I shouldn't hove octed recklessly.

"Training won't get them those qualities." Jacob's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Gaining experience through battle is the best way to develop them."

Jerry found himself agreeing with this. He remembered how the first three hundred Dragon Guardians faced bloodbaths in a succession of fierce wars before turning into a mighty force that sent fear all over the four districts.

As time passed, the fervent zeal of Lewis Martial Arts School disciples was useless against the more powerful Dragon Guardians. Thus, their attacks began to slow down.

Timothy stood in the middle of the battlefield with steam and smoke rising from his body. Although he did not wish to, he had no choice but to admit he was naive to think he could avenge Braxton's death with a few sworn brothers and Lewis Martial Arts School disciples.

He did not expect to fail so badly that he could not even enter the hotel.

If the battle continued, it was highly likely he would be defeated just like his four other sworn brothers. It would be humiliating.