The Mighty Dragon Warrior

After daunting the most skilled martial artist in Paramount, Jacob glanced apathetically at Vytus, whom he seized in his hand.
“Did you just accuse me of eating my words?”
Embarrassed, Vytus had no power to fight back but could only stare dagger at Jacob to express his rage.
Perceiving Jacob’s murderous intention, Stephen immediately yelled, “Stop!”
While Stephen’s voice was still echoing in the air, Jacob turned into the form of a dragon and pounced toward the former under a
strong gale.
War Deity’s Secret Skill of Collapsed Fist!
This move was so powerful that it could cause the earth to tremble.
Grasping Vytus’ neck with one hand, Jacob swayed the dragon’s body and performed another punch.
The air particles vibrated vigorously as the Invisible Battle Qi traveled across the atmosphere. It was such an immense force that
it created huge sound waves that formed ripples in the air.
Within a radius of sixty feet, one could feel the ground shaking and an outburst of current. Everyone else lost control of their
bodies as if they were toys thrown into a washing machine that was spinning at high speed.
Moments later, a figure collapsed and vomited blood before being sent flying like a bird for more than thirty feet. With a loud
bang, the man flew out of the glass window from the second floor and disappeared.
Master?!
Kneeling on the ground, Dexter couldn’t believe his eyes when he lifted his head to see the figure disappear from the second
floor.
Jacob shot a cold glance at Dexter and averted his gaze to Heidi’s ward.
He could hear the rapid breathing from those inside the room. After confirming that they were safe, he threw Vytus, who was on
the verge of suffocating, to the floor.
Meanwhile, the ashen-faced lieutenant got up from the floor and shook his head before he glanced around to realize that all the
soldiers were lying weakly on the floor.

He inhaled softly and gazed at Jacob with his eyes filled with apprehension.
Just then, a piece of glass fell from the second floor and shattered. Stephen rode on the wind and came to the ground with the
blood drained from his face.
Heaving a deep breath, he stared at the tall, formidable figure alertly as his countenance gradually turned normal.
“Oh my goodness! Was that an earthquake just now?” A policeman picked himself up and asked in terror.
Meanwhile, Vytus was coughing intensely by the side while taking deep breaths.
The lieutenant’s eyes turned fierce all of a sudden as he lifted his fist.
Perceiving the signal, the soldiers suppressed their horror and dizziness caused by the shock just now and pointed their rifles at
Jacob.
Blood was about to shed following the soldiers’ action.
Jacob maintained an aloof expression, and his eyes looked as deep as an ocean even when numerous rifles were pointed at
him.
Stephen’s pupils dilated instantly. He subconsciously gathered all strength in his body.
Just as the atmosphere was about to reach the peak of its intensity, the ward’s door was opened with a squeak, followed by the
appearance of a little figure.
Gazing at Heidi, who was being grasped by Moira, the coldness in Jacob’s eyes gradually faded.
After casting a glance at Stephen, who had his guards up, Jacob walked toward the two policemen under the others’ gazes.
One of the policemen, who was more muscular, mustered his courage and asked in a trembling voice, “W-What do you want? I-
I’m warning you – assaulting a police officer is a major offense.”
Jacob lifted his brows nonchalantly and answered, “I will leave with you, but not now.”