Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1231

The young woman was beautiful on the outside but vile on the inside. She had a fetish for eating the hearts of men.

She would use her looks to attract men and get into bed with them, before carving a hole in their chests and feasting on their hearts.

The manager kept his distance from her at all times.

After the scheduled match was over, the audience began to make their way out, but the manager called out to them suddenly, “Everyone, may I have your attention, please! Someone wants to take on our S-grade challenge, and you’re cordially invited to spectate!”

The members of the audience turned back immediately, looking excited.

The last time someone had taken on an S-grade challenge was half a year ago, and it had been much more entertaining than the regular scheduled matches.

It would be foolish of them to pass on this opportunity!

Every S-grade challenge would always end with someone dying, be it one of the fighters in the club, or the challenger.

They were eager to find out who would be the victim of death, that day.

“Without further ado, please welcome the challenger to the arena!” the manager announced.

Zeke strode into the arena calmly.

The crowd was shocked at the sight of him.

“Look at him! He’s so thin!”

“Even the heaviest and strongest fighters had died, halfway through the challenge. I don’t think he’s going to get past Rank 8!”

“I should have just left after the scheduled match...”

Zeke grinned coldly.

How ignorant!

Judging someone’s strength using their height and weight is an outdated method!

Simple-minded fools...

“Please welcome the Rank 10 fighter!” the manager continued.

Rank 10 fighters were the weakest ones in the club, though they were by no means objectively weak.

They could easily win a fight against a group of mobs outside of the club.

Even the weakest fighters in the club were much bigger and heavier than Zeke.

He clasped his hands together to greet Zeke, “Hope we have a good fight.”

“I’ll spare your life if you surrender right now,” Zeke announced.

What?

The fighter flew into a rage.

Why is he telling me to give up without a fight?

Is he looking down on me?

What an insult!

“Just you wait, you little rascal!” he bellowed as he charged towards Zeke at full speed.

Zeke simply stood, rooted to the spot, with his hands behind his back.

It was as though he had no intention of fighting back.

The audience sighed, as the fighter closed in on Zeke.

“He’s going to get knocked out of the arena for sure!”

“The fight has barely started! Is it going to end already?”

However, the next few seconds shook the spectators to their cores.

The fighter screeched to a halt, merely inches away from Zeke as he slowly fell to the ground, his nose and chin a bloody mess.

Zeke, however, was unscathed and still standing, as though nothing had happened.

“What’s going on?”

“Why did he just collapse?”

“What happened to his nose?”

“Did he even do anything?”

“Wait... Something’s wrong... Did you see his hands? They were behind his back earlier, but now, his right hand’s by his side!”

“Did he punch him just now?”

“What kind of lightning speed was that?”

“How is that even humanly possible? I didn’t even see anything!”

“He’s strong...”

“Haha! Finally, something entertaining!”

The referee took a deep breath to calm himself down before walking over to the fighter’s side. “Three... Two... One...”

“Zeke Williams wins this round. The match continues.”

The Rank 10 fighter was carried out of the ring, and the Rank 9 fighter walked in, trembling all over.