The Mighty Dragon Warrior

“Go ahead.” Looking at the corridor, the walls, and the ground that had become a mess in a split second, Jerry let out a gentle
sigh. “Since it has to be renovated again.”
Jacob looked at the time and furrowed his brows slightly.
Raising his head to see that the two were evenly matched, he turned to leave. “Jerry, you’re in charge. I should be sending my
daughter to kindergarten.”
“Boss, I haven’t had my breakfast!” Jerry glanced indifferently at the two who were brawling before stroking his stomach.
On one side, Krish unblinkingly watched the fight between Master Ludwig and Ocho. Hearing the conversation between the two,
there was a wave of unhappiness in his heart.
Can’t you respect others! They’ll die if they’re not careful! He gripped his fists tightly as he let out a silent roar.
“Anyway, it’s in your hands.” Jacob waved and left without turning back.
Jerry blinked and nodded dejectedly. “Alright, Boss.”
Once Jacob’s figure disappeared around the corner, Jerry suddenly widened his eyes and shouted loudly, “Ocho, if you don’t
finish this within three minutes, I’ll tell Tres what you did three months ago.”
“Please don’t, Mr. Locker!” Ocho panicked and the expression on his face became solemn in an instant. “I promise I’ll finish this
battle within three minutes!”
Finish the battle within three minutes?
Ludwig saw red. He reversed the energy within him upwards and through the chamber before releasing it through a point on his
middle finger.
The boundless energy of the sword was like a fine but heavy net. It covered Ocho from top to bottom.
He can actually do something like this!
Ocho’s eyes flashed and the Battle Qi within him cascaded out ferociously like lava from a volcano eruption. With a buzz, the air
vibrated. The boundless energy of the sword that was so powerful it could even go through gold or silver, vanished instantly.
“It’s my turn!”

With a gentle cry, he put his left foot forward and got into a stance so that he could flex the muscles on his right arm. Battle Qi
blasted out powerfully with his fist.
Bang. There was an explosion. A strong draft flooded the entire corridor harshly.
There was a crash, and the walls broke down. The ceiling of the corridor and particles of dust came crumbling down.
Boom boom boom. Ludwig took several steps back. He left a few clear footprints on the flat surface that were half a finger deep.
Splat. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. It splashed on the ground, creating an image of scattered red plum blossoms.
“Master Ludwig!” Krish cried out in alarm with a slightly pale face.
Ludwig was half-kneeling on the ground with a disappointed face. “I’ve lost!”
Pulling back his fist, Ocho turned his head and said with a forced smile, “Mr. Locker, not even ten seconds have passed. I went
above and beyond your orders, didn’t I?”
Jerry rolled his eyes. “Are you fighting or taking this house apart?” Seeing the corridor in front of him that looked like a tornado
had gone through, Ocho was dumbstruck.
“Willow is going to be looking for you.” With that, Jerry turned to leave.
“Please don’t, Mr. Locker!” Ocho’s neck contracted. “I only lost control momentarily and destroyed this place to obey your
orders!”
Thinking about the shrewd President Willow looking for him, he felt like the money in his pocket was about to sprout wings and
fly away.
“Don’t blame this on me!” Jerry turned his head. A trace of a mischievous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. “The
Dragon Guardians can and must only listen to the boss. I’m only a messenger, I can’t order you around.”
“I...” Ocho was about to curse but held himself back after thinking about it.
He had no other way. Jerry was one of the three heads in the Scarlet Dragons. How could he be so shameless and confident?
At the other side, Krish was helping his Master Ludwig up. There was an unimaginable rage in his eyes.