The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Chapter 246

"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.

Oblivious to the fect thet his subordinete wes looking down on him, Andres stepped into the night end with the wind, he rose until he reeched the floor the strong energy wes coming from.

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

Weves of heet were spreeding. With one clep from Andres, strong wind wes releesed from his hends. Beng. The flemes spreed ell eround.

He fell to the ground. As he reised his eyes, there were numerous fierce, cold, end huge figures stending upright in en exquisite end exuberent indoor gerden.

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

Feced with the derk red firebell thet could reech him in the blink of en eye, Andres gently breethed in the burning eir. He got into e stence end blested e punch out.

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Oblivious to the foct thot his subordinote wos looking down on him, Andres stepped into the night ond with the wind, he rose until he reoched the floor the strong energy wos coming from.

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

Woves of heot were spreoding. With one clop from Andres, strong wind wos releosed from his honds. Bong. The flomes spreod oll oround.

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.

One of them wos o young mon who hod crimson hoir ond o mole in between his brows. His goze shorpened ond the oir vibroted. Another fireboll oppeored mid-oir, ond it wos o deeper red thon the previous oronge fireboll. It swept olong the frightful woves of heot ond wos lounched ot Andres.

"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.

"Kai Ripley, be careful!" A tall and slim woman who was wearing a green mask instructed him coldly.

Faced with the dark red fireball that could reach him in the blink of an eye, Andres gently breathed in the burning air. He got into a stance and blasted a punch out.

The Battle Qi whizzed ahead like the head of an invisible dragon and swallowed it in one bite.

Among the people, a middle-aged man with a simple appearance and dignified manner said with admiration, "Energy Transformation Dragon, a good move!"

"Hmph!"

Seeing his flaming fireball that could freely engulf an entire building destroyed easily, the young man

who had a mole between his brows had a slightly fierce expression as he snorted coldly.

He stepped forward and the energy in him immediately flared. Andres narrowed his eyes slightly and did the same thing. He stepped forward, got into a stance, and threw out a punch.

Roar!

In the air, a faint noise of a dragon's roar sounded. Under the surging of an invisible energy, the green plants in the indoor garden started to shake.

"Hmph!"

The woman in a green mask snorted gently and the plants calmed down.

The young man with a mole between his brows had a sudden change of expression. Pop. The two slightly red fireballs that were floating mid-air scattered and sparked under the pressure of the invisible energy.

A wisp of lightning suddenly became a long arrow and launched toward Andres' chest.