Although Barlow held a deep respect for Adrian's strength, he was not afraid of the latter. Despite his advanced age, Barlow was still a formidable warrior, hardened by years of battle. His fighting spirit was not something that could easily be extinguished, not even by the threat of Adrian. Moreover, as the oldest warrior in Dragoria, he did not believe that Adrian would dare to lay a hand on him. "I've heard much about you too," Barlow said with a slight smile. He then gestured toward the guest seats, pointing out Adrian's spot. "I had hoped to sit here to watch the ceremony, but it seems the staff has already assigned this seat to you. Would you mind if I moved your seat a bit further back?" Barlow’s words, though seemingly polite, were a veiled threat. He raised his voice deliberately so that even those seated at the back could hear him clearly. Given his age and status, who would dare to refuse his request? However, just when everyone thought Adrian would agree, he waved and
Among the crowd of over thirty thousand people, more than half were shouting, some chanting "Battle Warrior," others calling out "Battle Warrior Adrian," and so forth. These cries were music to the ears of those who stood by Adrian's side, such as Dirkby and Zector. However, to others, the noise was nothing short of grating. The council elders, Tommy and Ryden, as well as the various families and powers that had opposed Adrian, wished they could stuff their ears.Barlow was so irritated that he was grinding his teeth. To him, no matter how strong Adrian was, he was still a junior. "You… You’re unreasonable!" Barlow pointed at Adrian's nose and began to scold him, his wrinkled face turning beet red. Adrian shook his head and sighed. What he was fighting for was not just a seat, but his position in the city and even the entire Dragoria. If it were merely a seat, he would gladly give it up. What made Adrian even more unwilling to back down was that Barlow was not fighting for him
Lenny, despite being a formidable level nine fighter, had spent most of his life in Ivory Tower built for him by the Roy family. He had little understanding of the ways of the world, and when it came to arranging seats, he hadn't given it much thought. He had simply instructed that the central seat be reserved for Adrian. "I can't believe I made such a miscalculation!" Lenny's face darkened instantly. He turned to Anisa, who stood by his side, seeking her opinion. Anisa, who had managed to stand out among thousands of applicants to become Lenny's attendant, was naturally quite capable. She smiled and said, "You should give that seat to Adrian. You can arrange another, more prominent seat for Mr. Barlow, one that better highlights his nobility and importance." Upon hearing this, Lenny's eyes lit up, his face a picture of delight. He wholeheartedly agreed with Anisa's suggestion and felt reassured. It was indeed worth paying a salary of seven hundred and fifty thousand a year for s
What brought Barlow even more joy was that he and the Roys had just triumphed over Adrian in the struggle for status. Even though Adrian had taken the central seat in the guest area, he could not compare to him, for he had ascended to a throne on the grand stage. When compared, the hierarchy was clear. Sitting in the guest area, one was always a guest, but on the grand stage, one became the host. This perfectly illustrated the Roys, Barlow, and Lenny’s stances. They were to be the rulers of Dragoria, while Adrian could only be a mere guest. As Barlow contemplated this, he turned to Lenny, patting his shoulder and laughing, "Well done, Lenny. You've handled this brilliantly. This is a masterstroke! I was foolishly vying for a guest seat with Adrian earlier. You’re the clever one here." With that, he sat down. The guest area and the viewing platform erupted into chatter once again. The various families and powers aligned with the Roys felt relieved, even vindicated. To them, Barlow
Anisa was of ordinary birth, without any influential background. Even if Lenny were to kill her, there would be no one to speak up for her. "Yes, sir! I'll find people to fill up the spots right away!" Anisa said with a sob, then scrambled away in a hurry. But could she really find more than twenty thousand people in five minutes and arrange seating for them all? It seemed impossible. However, Anisa had some skills. She immediately contacted the heads of several surrounding forces in Lenny’s name. After a little more than ten minutes, she managed to arrange for over twenty thousand people to enter the venue. Although she had exceeded the time limit, at least there were no empty seats left. In fact, there were even some extra people who had to stand at the back.Seeing the seats filled again, Lenny's mood improved slightly, and his inauguration ceremony finally began in earnest. The lights in the guest seats and viewing platform dimmed, leaving only the center stage and the area
They had all donned the Flaming Dragon Armor, and over a thousand sets of the orange-yellow armor that, even in the dim light, shone with an unparalleled brilliance, flickering with the unique luster of metal. Upon seeing these armors, Eden, Golden Snake, and Herald were filled with immense joy. This was a product of their three great families' joint research and development; the materials from the Valdez family, the operating equipment from the Colon family, and the energy supply from the Arroyo family. These armors were the culmination of their combined efforts. "If all goes well, tonight's battle will be a sensation that will shake not only Dragoria but the entire world," Herald said with a proud smile. Golden Snake nodded in agreement, his smile mirroring Herald's. Although he was not a direct descendant of any of the three great families, he had followed Charlie for many years and could share in the glory. In his heart, he considered himself a Colon. Meanwhile, Eden was co
At this moment, Lenny had finished reading the speech Anisa had prepared for him. Below him, representatives from various families and powers were applauding. As for the parties who had been forcibly arranged to attend, they were clapping too, but their applause was sparse, their enthusiasm seemingly absent. Lenny was a name unfamiliar to them, and many even found it distasteful. The overwhelming propaganda had only served to increase their resistance. "Who is this man?" a man whispered. "How should I know? This is the first time I've heard of this Lenny," another replied. "Didn't he mention it in his speech? He's some big shot who's been transferred from somewhere else." "Big shot, my foot!" "When is this going to end? I need to get back and sleep." The last-minute guests were becoming restless, and all of them were discussing and expressing their dissatisfaction. Lenny, a level-nine powerhouse, had keen ears. He heard every word of their criticism and discontent. ‘Bun
In the guest seats and on the viewing platform, many people began to applaud. And now, it was finally time for Lenny's performance to take center stage. With a resounding "boom," a powerful gust of wind swept out. Those with keen eyes noticed something shooting straight up into the night sky from the stage's center. "What is that?" "Is that a firework?" "I don't see a tail flame. It doesn't look like a firework." As the crowd's curiosity peaked, a burst of light exploded hundreds of meters high in the sky. "It's Lenny!!" "It really is him!" "My God, he can fly!" "No, he's not flying. He just shot straight up from the ground!" Accompanied by the murmurs, more and more people began to shout. Even those who originally found the ceremony boring couldn't help but cheer. Lenny, of course, could hear the cheers and shouts from below him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. As a level-nine powerhouse, his physical strength was extremely strong. With the assistance