The Mighty Dragon Warrior

Hummmm......
The humming sound was accompanied by the sounds of blades slicing through paper. A long thin gash appeared on the forest
floor. They would have missed it if they hadn’t been paying attention.
In the face of such powerful, hostile energy, Jacob arched backwards, and in one movement, threw a punch out.
The forest trembled. The plate cracked in two and the sphere dispersed. Bamboo leaves disintegrated, and the ground was
cracked.
The blade that Frost had been holding had shattered. The flesh of the arm holding onto it had crumpled into a distinguishable
mass of skin and flesh. Frost collapsed onto the ground. His face twisted in pain.
A breeze blew past, and another leaf floated before Jacob.
He oh so casually caught it with his fingers again.
Flint was shocked that the C-rank assassin from the Hunter’s Association could not even withstand a punch. “Have mercy!” He
pleaded.
Jacob glanced at him. His eyes shone with cold intent, and he raised his right hand.
A bright green light flashed through the forest.
“You...”
The man uttered a single word before collapsing onto the ground. In the short three years he had joined the association, he
managed to rise to C-rank, but his journey came to an abrupt stop. His face was now eternally twisted into an expression of
resentment.
“Did you have to kill him too?” Flint was horrified. His eyes widened as he stared at the man lying on the ground.
Jacob reached out to pat his daughter’s head when he saw her pale, frightened face.
He smiled at her warmly before turning to Flint. His eyes were now like daggers, “One more word out of you, and you will share
their fate.”
Flint immediately clamped his mouth shut at his threat. After all, he had nothing to do with the two assassins.

Whimper...
Not far away from them, a fawn cried out as it struggled to tug free from the weight of the bamboo leaves. It looked around with
its huge, wet eyes.
Heidi tugged at her father’s sleeve. Her childlike voice called out, “Daddy, a deer!”
“Hi, little deer. Let’s bring it to the vet.” Jacob smiled widely as he led his daughter towards it.
“But we can’t get out!”
Heidi pouted as they stood in front of an iron fence.
Jacob held the little foal in his arms. He glanced coldly at Flint. “Open it.”
“I can’t.” Flint shook his head. “Mr. Lynch, was it? I suggest that you...”
He looked at Heidi and felt conflicted. “You are a powerful man. I am nowhere near you. You can take the deer with you, but the
Hunter’s Association will not forgive you for killing Old Hunter and Frost.”
“The Hunter’s Association...” Jacob tilted his head. “They seem pretty strong from the sound of it.” He said breezily.
After a pause, his eyes shone. “How do they compare to The Meteorites?” He asked.
“The Meteorites?” Flint blinked. He smirked in disdain. “They are just a second-rate group that thinks too highly of themselves.
The Emperor, or whatever their leader called himself, is only as powerful as our A-rank assassins.”
He puffed out his chest with pride. “And we have nine A-rank assassins in our association.”
Jacob chuckled. He raised his foot and brought it down hard.
The forest shook, and a crack raced its way straight towards the fence.
Crash! The almost three-meter-high fence crumpled onto the ground.
“You will be hunted wherever you go from the moment you step out!” Flint warned him.
Jacob glanced at him. He shook his head and took a large step.