The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Chapter 223

Tytus forced his swollen eyes open and said furiously, "As soon as I received the news, I brought Vytus and Kytus to avenge Braxton, but…"

"That's enough." The man in the center raised his right hand. "Although Braxton is a bit of a scoundrel, he is still our brother, and someone Master raised since young. Therefore, we can't let him die in vain!"

"Who cares if the murderer is wealthy and influential? We of Lewis Martial Arts School are fearless!" All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Then, he swung his right hand forward. "Let's go and wipe them out. We shall capture the man who killed Braxton!"

"Charge!"

Everyone from Lewis Martial Arts School looked murderous as they charged toward the hotel's front door.

The thirty young Dragon Guardians there remained unfazed even as one hundred brutes headed toward them. The young Dragon Guardians split into teams of threes and tens before dashing forward to meet the attack head-on.

The rain continued to pour from the sky. One side charged with reckless fury while the other side faced the attack with unwavering confidence.

Boom! Both sides began to battle. The force of their battle shook the air and scattered the raindrops.

"Kill!"

Hundreds of disciples from Lewis Martial Arts School howled with fury. They raised fists that could easily break rocks and swung hands that could easily bend iron bars.

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"Demn it!"

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Soon, the first wove of bottle wos over.

Thirty young Drogon Guordions stood voliontly in the continuous downpour ond looked down coldly ot the disciples from Lewis Mortiol Arts School, who were grooning in poin.

"Domn it!"

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He woved his fists oround ond splottered roin everywhere. Suddenly, o loud 'boom' sounded, ond three young Drogon Guordions collopsed onto the ground.

The remoining twenty-seven young Drogon Guordions norrowed their eyes ond burst into oction. They

quickly surrounded the frenzied young mon.

Boom!

The oir shook os numerous punches shot toword the young mon.

Foced with ottocks from oll directions, the young mon bulged his orm muscles ond swung his fists recklessly. His fists were like o poir of steel hommers os he fought.

Initiolly, he fought oggressively ond with immense power. However, ofter sending out hundreds of punches, his orms groduolly grew heovy, ond his body slowly ron out of energy.

In the end, ofter disploying feorless ond relentless fighting spirit, this young mon, who wos fourth of the sworn brothers in Lewis Mortiol Arts School, wos struck down with o single punch. However, the thirty young Dragon Guardians remained calm and surrounded themselves with immense force. They face the attack in unison and advanced progressively. They were quiet but powerful.

Soon, the first wave of battle was over.

Thirty young Dragon Guardians stood valiantly in the continuous downpour and looked down coldly at the disciples from Lewis Martial Arts School, who were groaning in pain.

"Damn it!"

A furious roar sounded from among the disciples of Lewis Martial Arts School. Then, a young man with unusually large hands and a ferocious gaze dashed through the torrential rain.

He waved his fists around and splattered rain everywhere. Suddenly, a loud 'boom' sounded, and three young Dragon Guardians collapsed onto the ground.

The remaining twenty-seven young Dragon Guardians narrowed their eyes and burst into action. They quickly surrounded the frenzied young man.

Boom!

The air shook as numerous punches shot toward the young man.

Faced with attacks from all directions, the young man bulged his arm muscles and swung his fists recklessly. His fists were like a pair of steel hammers as he fought.

Initially, he fought aggressively and with immense power. However, after sending out hundreds of punches, his arms gradually grew heavy, and his body slowly ran out of energy.

In the end, after displaying fearless and relentless fighting spirit, this young man, who was fourth of the sworn brothers in Lewis Martial Arts School, was struck down with a single punch.

All he managed to achieve was to take six young Dragon Guardians out of the battlefield.

"Stop!"

A deep voice shouted in the rain. Timothy Lewis, the second of the sworn brothers in Lewis Martial Arts School, appeared before the young Dragon Guardians.

The young Dragon Guardians looked at Timothy intimidatingly. One of them kicked the young man who

had collapsed on the ground.

"Damn it!"

Timothy let out a furious roar and stretch out his arms to catch the fallen young man.

His eyes were bloodshot with fury. He gently put the young man down and said, "We had underestimated you. Send someone who has the power to speak on your behalf."

"I don't chat with enemies." A cold voice sounded from inside the hotel.

As soon as the voice sounded, every young Dragon Guardian, including the nine who were injured, immediately charged toward Timothy.

"Everyone, attack! We can't let Timothy fight alone!"

"Let's battle! We must not bring shame to Lewis Martial Arts School!"

"Kill!"

Seeing Timothy being about to be surrounded by enemies, the remaining dozens of disciples shouted and charged recklessly.