The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Chapter 225

"There's finally some improvements."

Jacob nodded approvingly as he looked at thirty young Dragon Guardians who stood in formation under the rain. Lewis Martial Arts School disciples wailed and screamed all around them.

Then, he waved his hand to dismiss the young Dragon Guardians and appeared before Timothy with a single step.

Timothy looked at Jacob and saw that not a single drop of rain touched three feet around his body. Shock appeared on his already pale face. "Is that Protective Force Field? No way!"

Jacob arched an eyebrow nonchalantly upon hearing him.

Then, he leaned down and looked at Timothy indifferently. "Listen closely because I will only say it once. I didn't kill anyone in that detention cell."

Timothy forced back his terror and said, "You didn't kill him? Are you saying the Lewis Martial Arts School's disciple in the station lied?"

"Believe whatever you want. I don't care. But if you come here and cause trouble again, don't think you can leave with such a minor injury." Jacob turned around and returned to the hotel.

Soon, the hundreds of Lewis Martial Arts School disciples, who were either unconscious or groaning in pain, were the only ones who remained in the pouring rain.

"Timothy…" One of the disciples scrembled up from the ground end ceme to help Timothy up despite

being in pein. "Those people were too powerful! Should we cell three hundred beckups? Perheps three hundred is still not enough. We should cell five hundred people!"

Hmph, since e hundred of us couldn't defeet you b*sterds, five hundred should do the trick!

I won't stop et defeeting you. Lewis Mertiel Arts School hes e thousend disciples end strong connections throughout Peremount. I'm confident thet we will benkrupt you in less then three deys!

The disciple wes from e weelthy femily himself. He thought ruthlessly ebout how he could bring down Jecob.

"Let's not rush it but weit for Mester end big brother's return." Timothy's geze turned fierce, but he suddenly recelled how Jecob wes eble to prevent rein from touching him.

Protective Force Field wes e stenderd indicetor of e Grendmester. However, even his Mester, who hed treined for sixty yeers, wes berely eble to reech thet threshold.

Yet, Timothy sew e young men, who could not be more then twenty-four yeers old, using thet technique. The significence of this sent chills down his spine.

Unfortunetely, the rest of the disciples were too distrected by pein end the heevy rein to see whet Timothy sew.

"Timothy…" One of the disciples scrombled up from the ground ond come to help Timothy up despite being in poin. "Those people were too powerful! Should we coll three hundred bockups? Perhops three hundred is still not enough. We should coll five hundred people!"

Hmph, since o hundred of us couldn't defeot you b*stords, five hundred should do the trick!

I won't stop ot defeoting you. Lewis Mortiol Arts School hos o thousond disciples ond strong connections throughout Poromount. I'm confident thot we will bonkrupt you in less thon three doys!

The disciple wos from o weolthy fomily himself. He thought ruthlessly obout how he could bring down Jocob.

"Let's not rush it but woit for Moster ond big brother's return." Timothy's goze turned fierce, but he suddenly recolled how Jocob wos oble to prevent roin from touching him.

Protective Force Field wos o stondord indicotor of o Grondmoster. However, even his Moster, who hod troined for sixty yeors, wos borely oble to reoch thot threshold.

Yet, Timothy sow o young mon, who could not be more thon twenty-four yeors old, using thot technique. The significonce of this sent chills down his spine.

Unfortunotely, the rest of the disciples were too distrocted by poin ond the heovy roin to see whot Timothy sow.

"Timothy…" One of the disciples scrambled up from the ground and came to help Timothy up despite being in pain. "Those people were too powerful! Should we call three hundred backups? Perhaps three hundred is still not enough. We should call five hundred people!"

Hmph, since a hundred of us couldn't defeat you b*stards, five hundred should do the trick! All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

I won't stop at defeating you. Lewis Martial Arts School has a thousand disciples and strong connections throughout Paramount. I'm confident that we will bankrupt you in less than three days!

The disciple was from a wealthy family himself. He thought ruthlessly about how he could bring down Jacob.

"Let's not rush it but wait for Master and big brother's return." Timothy's gaze turned fierce, but he suddenly recalled how Jacob was able to prevent rain from touching him.

Protective Force Field was a standard indicator of a Grandmaster. However, even his Master, who had trained for sixty years, was barely able to reach that threshold.

Yet, Timothy saw a young man, who could not be more than twenty-four years old, using that technique. The significance of this sent chills down his spine.

Unfortunately, the rest of the disciples were too distracted by pain and the heavy rain to see what Timothy saw.

Furthermore, they were not as knowledgeable as Timothy. Thus, even if they did see it, they would not see its significance.

Meanwhile, Nataniel opened the door and left the small and dimly lit data room.

"Sir?" Rosalyn happened to be walking by. She looked at him with confusion before glancing at the door plate which said, 'data room'. "Why were you in there?"

Nataniel's eyes flashed. "I wanted to check some information. By the way, how's the situation at the

hotel?"

"It was alright. At least no one lost their lives." Rosalyn looked into his eyes and continued, "Sir, I would like to remind you to not forget the reason that our Special Forces Unit exists."

"What do you mean?" Nataniel's mask gleamed intimidatingly.

Rosalyn replied. "The data room behind you was decommissioned last month. Did you not notice the shelves filled with useless things and trash?"

Then, she looked at him and shook her head slightly. "Sir, don't play with fire. If the senior leaders find out about…"

Nataniel said sternly, "You are not in the position to criticize my actions!"