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The administrator swallowed hard, looked at Creed’s lethal expression, and quickly shut his mouth, nodding frantically. Drake looked like he wanted to scream, to protest, to claim it wasn't fair. But under the weight of Creed’s suffocating gaze and my burning, angry glare, he didn't dare say a word. He took off his outer training jacket, his hands trembling with rage, and limped onto the field to face his own opponent. It was a disaster. The opponent Drake was matched against was a massive European Alpha, three times his size, with shoulders like granite. Drake was still mentally shaken, and before seven minutes could even tick by on the tournament clock, the giant Alpha caught him with a br

In the next moment, the Inner world within his body resonated with a thunderous roar, and the terrifying power of heaven and earth, carrying surging principles of law, converged in the palm of his hand. Severin's fist shadows, each the size of a millstone, crashed down on Drake like a mountain at an incredible speed. Drake felt as though he had been struck by an invincible mountain, and immediately a metallic taste filled his throat as a large gush of blood sprayed out from his mouth! Drake was sent pathetically flying backward, instantly shattering the formation set up by Calvert. Then, he crashed heavily into the forest several dozen miles away from Grandiuno Sacred Land.

I should have asked instead of assumed. Drake is a prominent member of the pack, even if he hasn’t lived on packgrounds for years, he has given large donations to the pack hospital, the school, kindergarten and daycare. He is friends with dad, and we’ve, Becky and I, have known him since childhood. An odd fellow, reserved, but generous. We never felt like something was off about him. Or at least I never did. Had I been so blind? ‘Becky, I need you and dad at the Dalton mansion at once.’

"Can you speak softer, you are going to embarrass me in front of everyone." Drake laughs and says. "I don't care what other people think about it because all I want to do to you is forever in my mind." I slap his arm and say. "Stop talking. Focus on your food." I can't believe I got a mate that is sweet and caring to me. Drake is probably 1.74cm tall which makes me feel short since I am about 1.65cm. Drake is the type of guy that I could love forever because he is handsome, muscular and all the things that girls will describe him.

Nori added. Drake became quiet as his brows furrowed. Drake usually has this look whenever he was thinking. If he was about to make an important decision. After a few minutes of silence, a devilish smile appears on his lips. He made me face him. “How much do you want to teach these kids?” Drake asked. “So much,” I replied. “Alright,” Drake said as he look me straight in the eye, “Let’s have a match, if you win I will allow you, to be a trainer. But if you lose you will come and work for me in the main office.”

Drake and Randall’s expressions changed. Drake was sent flying toward the back. He smashed into the wall with a meaty smack, and blood could be seen flowing on his face. As for Randall, even though he was able to stand still, his body was trembling, and there was blood lining the tip of his lips as he looked at Kayson in disbelief. ‘How is this possible!? I’m a warlord, yet the soundwave of a peak-level grandmaster injured me? This is such a disgrace!’ “Unbelievable! I can’t believe that the attacking power of the highly powered Titanium Leo-roar could be so devastating.”

The force of the attack almost threw him off balance but he corrected quickly and beat his wings harder to gain distance. But they were relentless, there was no hesitation nor did they falter. They were seamless as a team, it wasn't their first time after all… they were doing exactly what they were bound to do. Another roar echoed behind him and before he could think, a sudden blast of fire struck him from the side. Drake let out a sharp roar as the force sent him spiraling downward. He crashed through branches, splintering wood as his body slammed into a massive tree. The impact knocked the air from his lungs and everything blurred for a few seconds. The dragons were closing in on him from

He reaches into the back of his belt to attempt to reach for a vial with an unknown liquid inside of it. Dantzler: "Ok, I'm 100% done with this! Sheer Speed!" (Using the ground itself to propel him forward and every so often using impact on the balls of his feet, he stops directly in front of Oda and momentarily takes a deep breath.) "Vibe check! Impact!!" (He manages to land a solid blow with "Impact," sending Oda flying backwards into the original crater that Dantzler had created in the altar leaving an indention now twice the size of the original crater.)

Drake says, “Now I understand why it was so hard to beat you during tournaments.” I laughed. “Seriously?” I asked him. “Seriously,” Drake replies as he finishes a whole bottle of water. “What made you think that way?” I asked out of curiosity. “Damn, this training that both you and Jericho are giving us is way beyond my imagination. The complexity, the way we now all move in sync with each other as we fight and at the same time protect our own,” Drake was filled with awe and excitement that it made me happy that I decided to teach them.

I responded, considering asking Ruby some questions that had been bothering me about Drake. Moment later, why we are in the moment of enjoyment and all. I decided to throw a big question at Ruby that I have been bothered by. "Drake... “What happened to Drake?" She replied as she led the conversation on. "He has a behavioural pattern; I don't seem to understand," I finally let loose. "What behavioural pattern?" she asked. "He always says he is the only one who has the right to do this and that to me, even hurt me... but at the end of the day, he protects me from harm," I declared.