Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1234

They did not want the boss of the arena to face Zeke directly, so the extra ten million was to appease him, in an effort to hopefully drive him away.

However, Zeke was unwilling to give up so easily. “No need, I’m not tired at all.”

The manager felt desperate.

How could this be? How is he still standing after all of that?

After a while, a slender man walked into the ring.

The man was thin and short, yet the bloodlust in his eyes could make anyone recoil in fear.

The manager walked over to the slender man immediately. “Boss, he’s the one who wants to challenge you.”

“Alright,” the slender man answered, before sending the manager away.

He walked over to Zeke’s side. “I’d witnessed your excellent fighting skills through the CCTV earlier, and I have to admit that you’re pretty good.”

Zeke simply stared at him with a deep frown.

He looks completely different from the Tyrant I’d had in mind.

I don’t think that he would be able to change his entire body, even with the best disguises in the world...

Unless...

He’s not the real Tyrant!

The real Tyrant might have already escaped, leaving this scrawny man behind to stall for time.

“Who are you? Where is Tyrant?” Zeke asked coldly.

The slender man shook his head. “Apologies. I have no idea what you’re talking about. In fact, aren’t you here to challenge me? Let’s go.”

The slender man’s body trembled, and his muscles began to inflate like balloons.

His body increased to twice its size within seconds, tearing his shirt into shreds.

What in the world?

The crowd roared in shock.

Only Archdukes could achieve such feats!

That scrawny man was an archduke?

Archdukes were the strongest of warriors, meaning that Zeke was definitely in danger.

“Take this!” the once-scrawny man yelled, stepping forward menacingly.

Zeke swung his hand, sending four needles flying into the air.

The man was merely a Bronze Archduke, the lowest level in the hierarchy.

He was no match for a Platinum Archduke like Zeke.

The man fell to the ground, unable to move.

Hiss!

Whoa!

“Am I blind?”

“How could this be?”

The members of the crowd began to chatter amongst themselves in shock.

“He didn’t even touch him!”

“All he did was wave his hand, and that guy’s already pleading for his mercy?”

“Did he cast a spell or something?”

“Even if he had, how did he defeat that guy without even touching him?”

None of them had noticed the needles that Zeke had thrown, since they were way too small, to begin with.

The once-scrawny man was scared out of his wits too.

There could only be one man who could throw needles like daggers...

Could he be the Great Marshal?

Why is he here, of all places?

Zeke crouched down and glared at him. “Do you know Tyrant? Where is he?”

The scrawny man trembled as he spoke, “I... I confess! I’m one of Tyrant’s disciples. He informed me that there would be an esteemed guest coming in this afternoon. Is he referring to you? My master left after giving his orders, and I don’t know where he is now.”

That b******!

Zeke clenched his fists angrily.

He caught wind of my visit and ran off!

Zeke glared at the scrawny man. “I’m giving you one last chance to tell me where he is, or you’ll be dead meat!”