The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Chapter 120

"How are you going to get in with so many people?" Franklin shook his head. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"Anything is possible if you wish it hard enough, just stay close behind me." Jacob grinned before striding towards the martial arts hall.

"Hey, stop squeezing! There's no room here!"

"Ouch! Who stepped on my foot?!"

Amidst the commotion, those who were unfortunate enough to be in Jacob's way were tossed to the floor by an unknown force, conveniently clearing the path for Jacob and his father to walk through.

In the crowd, a big man with thick knuckles and eyes that seemed to glow a shade of orange felt the surge of power from across the room. He whipped his head in that direction and growled. "Who the f*ck is ther—!"

Before he could finish his sentence, a hand flew over his mouth from behind. "That kind of power... No matter how you look at it, it's obviously from someone with great inner strength. If you want to live, I suggest you keep your mouth shut!" His friend warned.

Someone with great inner strength?

Jacob shook his head as he continued to lead his father inside. More thuds and yelling ensued until they were finally able to squeeze through the entrance of the martial arts hall. Immediately, they were greeted with a wall of muscular backs of the martial arts disciples.

Walking up to the tallest one among them, Jacob tapped him on the shoulder and asked politely, "Please let us in."

"Yes, please do let us in!" Behind him, Franklin stuck his head over Jacob's shoulder. "We're here to extend our gratitude to Master Roman."

The disciple's gaze dropped to the items in their hands and frowned. "We're not accepting any visitors today. Come back tomorrow."

On the right side of the room, a man with triangular eyes sneered at them. "Did you really think you could walk into Everwin Martial Arts School that easily? If gifts were all it takes to come in, we wouldn't need this many people here."

Jacob shot a glare at the man before turning back to the disciple, placing a hand on his shoulder sternly. "There is no place in this world that I cannot enter." Heat began to emit from his hand, and in the next second, the disciple staggered to the side violently as if hit by the force of a speeding truck.

"Dad, let's go." Pulling his father's arm, Jacob walked past the fallen disciple without even sparing a second glance at the man.

The other students could only watch as the pair made their way in, especially the one with triangular eyes who watched them in awe. That young man has hidden his abilities well, choosing only the right moment to strike. He really is the elite disciple of the Dubhe Street, born to be a master.

The disciple who was knocked over to the ground by Jacob would also agree. Where exactly did this young master come from? No defeat had ever devastated him until now.

Meanwhile, Franklin hazily followed his son's lead deeper into the hall. He glanced over his shoulder, and suddenly, his eyes widened. There, on the bluestone-paved training field surrounded by a group of martial arts disciples stood two tall, dignified young men. Not far away, Master Roman who donned a gray training suit and a flush of red on his face, was carefully supported by a girl Franklin had just met on the street. Are we late?