Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1585

Jan was sent flying in the first round.

Jeager then sat on top of Jan and started to pound him with his fists.

Jan wasn’t able to fight back at all.

At that very moment, Jeager had gone berserk as he was thinking about how his parents had been killed by the Tomb Sect.

Thinking about how his journey towards the Martial Arts Unified Exam was almost curtailed by the Tomb Sect enraged him further.

His hatred for the Ancient Tomb Sect ran as deep as the ocean.

Therefore, he needed to seize this opportunity for revenge as it could be his only chance.

Unfortunately, the one who had to suffer was Jan, who was crying in agony as he was being beaten.

Despite the immense pain he was in, he couldn’t struggle free. Jeager had pinned him forcefully to the ground.

As a young man from a rich family, he had never suffered such humiliation before.

For every blow that Jan suffered, Jaime’s heart bled for his son.

The latter wanted to intervene and stop the fight, but he was stopped by Killer Wolf’s sword. “Make any moves and you’re dead.”

Frightened by the sharp sword, Jaime stood where he was and yelled anxiously, “Jan, surrender! Hand over your slot!”

Jan declared, “I...”

Before he could finish, Jeager rammed his fist into Jan’s mouth. He would not allow Jan to yield as he had not gotten his fill of revenge yet.

Jaime bellowed, “He’s cheating! I strongly protest against this!”

Zeke stared at Jaime coldly. “Your protest is denied.”

“When Jeager protested earlier and rejected taking the test on behalf of Jan, how did the Ancient Tomb Sect respond?”

Jaime was at a loss for words.

Meanwhile, all the other non-affiliated martial artists were cheering spiritedly for Jeager.

All of them had been bullied by the Four Great Martial Houses more than once.

Now that Jeager was kicking the ass of one of the sons of the Four Great Martial Houses, they felt as if he was helping them vent their frustrations.

It wasn’t until Jan was beaten close to death that Jeager stopped.

His fists were covered with blisters, and blood was oozing out of them. It was obvious that he had been hitting the man too hard.

Meanwhile, Jan’s face had been beaten so badly that he was barely recognizable. His life was hanging by a thread.

With that, Zeke declared the result, “Jan Carter is defeated. His slot for the competition will be handed over to Jeager Link.”

Jeager looked at Zeke with a face filled with gratitude. “Great Marshal, thank you.”

His gratitude towards Zeke wasn’t for helping him obtain a competition slot; it was more for allowing him the opportunity to have his revenge.

Zeke nodded slightly.

“Who else seeks a challenge?” He then asked.

From the crowd, another non-affiliated martial artist stepped out. “Great Marshal, I would like to challenge the heir of the Mount Ymir Sect. They forced me to take the test on behalf of their heir. When I declined, they killed my parents. I... I want revenge!”

“Permission granted.”

A young man then walked out from the group of the Four Great Martial Houses.

With a pale face and slicked back hair, he looked even weaker than Jan Carter.

The moment he stepped out, he dropped to his knees in front of his challenger.

“I... I was wrong. I realize my mistake now. Please, don’t challenge me. I... I can pay you. How about I give you three billion?”

F***!

The challenger was infuriated. “Do you think being rich makes you powerful? You think money can buy everything? Today, you will pay with your life!”

When he finished his declaration, the challenger charged at the Mount Ymir Sect heir without any hesitation.

The leader of the Mount Ymir Sect couldn’t help but shout, “Stop!”

Pointing his sword at the leader, Killer Wolf warned, “If you intervene, I’ll kill you.”

At that, the Sect Master had no choice but to stop in his tracks.

Meanwhile, his son was crying in anguish as he was repeatedly beaten, “Dad, save me. Please save me. I’m about to be beaten to death...”

The Mount Ymir Sect leader replied anxiously, “Son, don’t worry, I... I’ll find someone to save you now.”

Just as he spoke, the leader called the Regent without any hesitation.

“Regent, please help. My son is being beaten to death. If you don’t do anything, the Four Great Martial Houses will be destroyed today!”