Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1923

Zeke gathered a ball of energy and went all out to strike Boxing King with it.

His unleashed force was comparable to the massive wave energy of the ocean whereas Boxing King's energy was as weak as the tap water flowing in a regular household.

Zeke's invincible energy melded with Boxing King's, which the former then used as a recoiling force and charged against the latter.

Instantly, Boxing King was sent flying. He hit the ceiling in no time, had a blackout, and spat out mouthfuls of blood when he landed.

Boom!

The entire gym was blasted, resulting in the crowd turning hysterical.

Some kept rubbing their eyes, wondering if they were hallucinating.

That's the renowned Boxing King, who is being idolized locally and globally. He's an unbeatable legend, a God-like presence in the hearts of many!

However, he hasn't even managed to even take one simple move by Zeke. In actual fact, Zeke didn't even lay a finger on him. He barely launched an attack, yet Boxing King was already swept off his feet.

What on earth is going on? Seriously, what just happened? He's able to strike his opponent without having any physical contact. Is Zeke Williams a deity or something?

Boxing King was the most devastated one among all those who were present.

He had never experienced such humiliation in his life.

Zeke turns out to be an energy warrior. Also, he's way beyond my league. His energy level was tens or even hundreds of times denser than mine. How is it possible that there's someone so mighty in this world?

There was only one question baffling Boxing King. He was dying to find out Zeke's true identity.

As Zeke strode toward Boxing King, the latter started trembling in fear.

His cowardice got the better of him, and he kept retreating just like a terrified prey trying to escape its predator. At that instant, his disheveled appearance contradicted his heroic image.

He was well aware that it would be a piece of cake for Zeke to finish him off. This was because Zeke's energy was extremely forceful, to the extent that he could not fight back at all.

The only thing he could do was to keep his distance in order to dodge his attacks. By doing that, Boxing King hoped that he could stall some time to figure something out.

Zeke approached him. However, he did not seem to have any malice against him.

Boxing King asked nervously, “May I... May I know who exactly are you? Why... Why do you pay a visit to a rural place like this one?”

Zeke did not answer him directly, but scorned at him, “An energy fighter, huh? Oh well, come to me at midnight if you want to stay alive.”

“Sure!”

Boxing King bobbed his head strongly.

Zeke asked further, “So, you plan to keep lying on the ground when talking to me?”

Without hesitating, Boxing King knelt in front of Zeke immediately.

In this dog-eat-dog world, he felt that there was nothing to be ashamed about to revere a superior warrior.

However, everyone else was extremely disappointed in him.

When he went down on his knees, his long-standing reputation was completely tarnished.

Zeke left the battle ring and walked toward the bookie.

“Can you settle the scores now?”

“Oh, of course!” the bookie answered right away. Then, he started tabulating the bets.

Shortly after, he announced in a quavering voice, “You're the only one who betted on yourself. Hence, all of this cash is yours. According to our policy, the boxing arena would take a cut. Since it's you... an exceptional fighter, we've decided to give up our share. Please accept it as our gift to you. Your total profit sums up to one hundred and thirty million. I'll transfer the funds to you now.”

Upon hearing that, the crowd turned green with envy.

Wow, he spent fifty thousand but pocketed one hundred and thirty million! This isn't something which happens often. He has literally hit the jackpot.

Zeke passed Emma's account details to the bookie. Within seconds, the money was credited into Emma's account.

Then, Zeke narrowed his eyes and stared at the bookie. “And...?” He did not have any intention to leave the place yet.

Huh? What else?

Puzzled, the bookie shot him a blank look.

Zeke questioned, “Stop pretending. Do you need a reminder?”

Panicked, the bookie's face fell. Without saying a word, he went down on his knees and started slapping himself.