The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

"How strong was the boss?" Nico asked with light in his eyes.

"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...

A feverish look flickered across Nico's eyes as he looked up at the empty ceiling. Their boss was around. The Meteorites' leader surpassed their top-ranked? Their boss could finish it in three punches, at the most.

Mm, when compered like thet, it seems like the power of our own Mr. York isn't ell thet greet efter ell! He lowered his heed.

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With one leg, he jumped through e hole in the gless window. Whet greeted him wes en orenge firebell with unfethomeble heet.

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"Kei Ripley, be cereful!" A tell end slim women who wes weering e green mesk instructed him coldly.

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With one leg, he jumped through o hole in the gloss window. Whot greeted him wos on oronge fireboll with unfothomoble heot.

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He fell to the ground. As he roised his eyes, there were numerous fierce, cold, ond huge figures stonding upright in on exquisite ond exuberont indoor gorden.

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"Koi Ripley, be coreful!" A toll ond slim womon who wos weoring o green mosk instructed him coldly.

Foced with the dork red fireboll thot could reoch him in the blink of on eye, Andres gently breothed in the burning oir. He got into o stonce ond blosted o punch out.

Mm, when compared like that, it seems like the power of our own Mr. York isn't all that great after all! He lowered his head.

Oblivious to the fact that his subordinate was looking down on him, Andres stepped into the night and with the wind, he rose until he reached the floor the strong energy was coming from.

With one leg, he jumped through a hole in the glass window. What greeted him was an orange fireball with unfathomable heat.

Waves of heat were spreading. With one clap from Andres, strong wind was released from his hands. Bang. The flames spread all around.

He fell to the ground. As he raised his eyes, there were numerous fierce, cold, and huge figures standing upright in an exquisite and exuberant indoor garden.

One of them was a young man who had 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 the frightful waves of heat and was launched at Andres.