Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 900

Drake nocked an arrow on the bow and aimed it at Zeke’s head.

Zeke put his hands behind his back and stood with his eyes closed.

The speed of the arrow would exceed what he could see with his naked eye.

He would have to rely on his hearing to track the movement of the arrow.

Everyone scoffed at him.

Did he just close his eyes?

He’s not going to survive this for sure!

Whoosh!

The arrow was shot, and it hurtled towards Zeke like a streak of lightning.

It whizzed past the eyes of the other three masters, as though it had merged into the shadows.

At the same time, Zeke began to move.

With a light, a soundless flick of his hand, the needle between his fingers glinted for a split second.

A crisp clink followed, and the arrow was neatly split into two halves.

The two parts of the arrow fell to the ground; Zeke was unscathed.

What?

Everyone gawked at him in shock.

He parried an arrow using a needle without even looking at it?

Is... is he a god?

Even a god couldn’t be so powerful.

Rosie froze for a moment before a grin appeared on her face.

The men I’m interested in always have tricks up their sleeves!

Drake’s hands began to tremble out of fear.

His archery was supposed to be unparalleled across Eurasia, yet Zeke had deflected it with a simple flick of his wrist.

He’s too powerful!

However, Drake’s eyes filled with passion once again after he felt a few seconds of despair.

Finally, someone strong enough to challenge me!

He chuckled out loud. “Mr. Williams! You’re pretty strong, so you deserve to witness my true strength.”

The fact that he went from calling Zeke by his last name to addressing him as ‘Mr. Williams’ went unnoticed.

He whipped out three arrows from his quiver and loaded them on his bow.

“Get ready to die, Mr. Williams.”

Zeke closed his eyes again, still looking as calm as ever.

Another three needles appeared between his fingers with a light flick of his hand.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three more arrows tore through the air and headed straight for Zeke.

Zeke thrust out his arm again, throwing the needles in his hand towards the arrows.

The needles collided with the arrows in midair.

Three loud clinks ensued, and the three arrows fell to the ground once again, broken into pieces.

Drake’s eyes widened.

He’s much stronger than I thought!

Controlling one needle was difficult enough, let alone three!

“Again!” Drake yelled, pulling out six arrows at once.

“About time we end this nonsense,” Zeke said, making seven needles materialize in his hand.

Whoosh!

Clink!

The six arrows fell to the ground in pieces like their four predecessors.

The extra needle lodged itself into Drake’s chest, making him stagger backwards with a pained expression on his face.

The needle had pierced through his skin, and even though it did not hurt as much as he had thought, it meant he had lost.

A single needle was enough to counter his arrows.

He had lost to Zeke, and there was no way he could turn things around.

“Ahhh!”

Drake raised his head and let out a loud roar.

How did I lose to a young scumbag like him!

How was I defeated by a single needle?

He felt as though he had been abandoned by the god he worshipped.

Rosie chuckled.

She gazed at Zeke both lovingly and in awe.

“Zeke Williams, I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.”

Zeke walked up to her and untied the ropes for her before pulling a small bottle from his pocket. “Drink this.”

The liquid inside was Alpha wine, something that could eradicate most poisons from a person’s body.

Rosie downed it in one gulp and smacked her lips in satisfaction. “Nice.”