The Mighty Dragon Warrior

Strong energy flooded the space that was as wide as two basketball courts. There were layers of ripples in the air, just like
waves that appeared on a lake.
Transcendent Battle Qi reached Andres and the other Dragon Guardians, and they immediately felt their energy flourish.
Looking at the four Meteorites, their actions stalled, as if they had fallen into glue. The next moment, the energy of the fist made
a bang.
It streaked to the big hole in the middle of the dark green plant wall.
The green wall that was as solid as steel held on for only a brief moment. Bang. It exploded into fragments of green light.
The green wall fell, and in no time, the strong, aggressive power of the fist reached the young man with a mole between his
brows.
A frightened, dumbstruck expression appeared on his face. He only had the ability to summon a fiery fireball before his
expression stiffened. His body exploded into a pile of blood.
In that moment, it was as if time had stopped.
The thick smell of blood drifted. The old man in a white robe, who had recently been dreaming for twenty hours a day about
being the East Master of the Meteorites, exploded in a bang together with his dreams.
Snap!
The sound of cracking abruptly came from the top.
The woman with a green mask faced the strong, aggressive power of the fist head on. A green glow shone brightly deep in her
eyes.
Wisps and traces of the green glow escaped from the plants and entered her body like lightning.
Half a second later, the glow hovered around the woman’s body. The energy was so strong she was like a green sun. Pop. Her
body split into parts.
Seeing his subordinates die one by one in the blink of an eye, Declan was furious, and greatly alarmed.

The next moment, knowing that the strong, aggressive power of the fist was surging toward him, he transmitted the boundless
energy within him out with an astonished expression.
All of a sudden, the silvery-white glow exploded. Declan, whose body was full of shining electricity, flew backward while leaving
countless silvery-white sparks behind. He hit a wall before quickly flying out of that floor.
The strong energy flowed backward. An exasperation that could not be fully expressed appeared on the tanned face of Andres.
He turned his head to look at Jacob and raised his eyebrows a little. “Sir, are you really rushing for time?”
“Yes.” Jacob nodded.
Feeling that Declan’s power was slowly decreasing, he continued while waving his hand. “You’re in charge of the rest. Don’t let a
single fish escape from the net.”
“Understood!” Andres bent his head and lightly beat his chest with his right hand.
After roughly estimating the time, Jacob raised the tip of his eyebrows. He had finished his matters. He could satisfy all of his
daughter’s requests.
“Hmm?”
The next moment, he suddenly furrowed his brows.
Not long after, Andres also noticed it. “Sir, that fellow isn’t dead yet? And...”
Feeling a strong energy that was getting more powerful approach quickly, his expression was cold.
“It became stronger? Interesting. Central Federation truly is a place of hidden talents.” A light flickered across Jacob’s eyes.
After taking two breaths in, electricity surrounded Declan’s body. It was as if the Lightning Deity had descended and was floating
outside the big hole in the wall.
Looking at the person twenty meters away, the fighting spirit in Jacob broke out abruptly. Declan flourished from his Battle Qi and
was the third person to not have died from the Secret Skill of Fist Rupture.

In the stimulation of electricity, Declan’s figure touched the ground. In the gentle hissing of air, wisps of gray smoke floated from
the ground.