Lord Protector Novel

Wolf’s Greed showed Zeke the videos taken of the arena’s boss.

Zeke nodded. “You’re right. He tried his best to hide it, but I can still tell that he was trained in Muay Thai. Besides, he was from the Silver Archduke class, so it’s entirely possible that he’s the boss of this arena. Shall we go and meet him?”

Archdukes were categorized into four levels, namely Bronze, Silver, Gold, and Platinum Archdukes.

Zeke belonged to the Platinum Archdukes, Ares was a Gold Archduke, while Tyrant was a Silver Archduke, the lowest out of the three.

Zeke knew that Tyrant would be no match for him.

Before he stepped out of the house, Zeke turned around and told his subordinates, “I don’t want to make too much noise and scare Tyrant off, so stay put and guard the place instead.

“Yes, Sir!”

Soon, Zeke and Wolf’s Greed arrived at the underground arena.

Not only was it huge, rather, it had possessed a mysterious air to it as well, and the only way people could access it was by becoming a member.

In fact, a person needed to have received invitations from at least two existing members in order to secure a membership.

Otherwise, one would be barred from entering, no matter how much money they could offer.

Wolf’s Greed managed to get them a free pass beforehand, and they stepped into the arena soon after arriving.

The arena was noisy and crowded due to an ongoing match.

Underground boxing matches were different from the official ones.

There were no safety measures or even rules in general, and the competing parties had to sign a life and death agreement prior to the match.

Every match would end with puddles of blood on the ground and a few broken bones at best, and a corpse at worst.

“We need to lure Tyrant out first,” Zeke murmured, looking at the arena. “Why don’t we challenge him directly?”

“I don’t think he’ll agree to this, Zeke,” Wolf’s Greed professed. “However, I know of an S-grade challenge where you’ll have to fight your way from Rank 10 to Rank 1. If you get to the top, you’ll get a chance to fight Tyrant himself, as well as gain a huge sum of money as a prize.”

The members of the arena were divided into ten ranks according to their abilities.

The weakest were put into Rank 10, while the strongest were put into Rank 1.

“Alright then. Let’s do it,” Zeke agreed.

They walked over to the receptionist’s counter.

“We’ll like to take on the S-grade challenge, please,” Wolf’s Greed requested.

The receptionist was a beautiful young woman, and she studied Zeke from head-to-toe before saying, “I won’t recommend it, boy. Almost everyone who took on this challenge has died. If you really need the money, just say it aloud. Maybe I’ll lend you some for a price.”

She glanced flirtatiously at Zeke as she spoke, mesmerized by his manly aura.