Lord Protector Novel

Zeke was irritated as he could see that Nameless was deliberately holding back.

“D*mn it, Nameless,” he shouted. “We're on a clock here! If you don't speed things up, don't even think about enjoying Tyler's loot.”

Nameless grinned sheepishly and within the timeframe of a second, unleashed a shockwave of energy outward which instantly took the shape of a tiger.

Seven Stars of the Tiger, Tiger Shred!

With a circular swipe around all six Archdukes, Nameless' opponents were sent flying backward without even being able to defend themselves.

Zeke smiled in approval.

Looks like Nameless is well trained in the Seven Stars of the Tiger, after all. I'm not buying into his rubbish of not being acquainted with Pietro.

Besides, he has the potential to break through to King Class at any moment! How fortunate I am to have come across him.

As the Archdukes got to their feet, one of them gave a cry of recognition.

“You...” he choked, pointing a trembling finger at Nameless. “You are just a servant of the Carter family! How is it possible for you to attain King Class? You must have stolen our weapons and resources to have been able to achieve such a feat.”

“Go to hell,” Nameless retorted. “I have no use for your sh*tty resources. Are the Carters even well trained in the Seven Stars of the Tiger?”

The Archduke fell silent.

We should not have underestimated this old man. He's more shrewd and powerful than we made him out to be.

Zeke stepped forth and with a swipe, all six Archdukes fell in a heap to the ground.

As he had inadvertently revealed his status as an Ultimate Class warrior earlier, Zeke felt the need to slay all of the witnesses as it was a piece of information that was not yet suitable to be made known.

It is better for my enemies to underestimate my true capacity so that when it's time for me to strike, they will not be able to see it coming at all.

Zeke and Nameless ran into Tyler as they exited the inner doors, who had a gunny sack around his shoulder chock full of spoils of war.

Though he was bent double from the weight of the sack and his brow was shining with sweat, Tyler appeared delighted by the treasures he had managed to loot in the meantime.

“You're done?” Tyler asked, looking rather disappointed. “I'm sure there are more fellows for you around here for you to beat.”

“Why?” Zeke asked with a frown.

“There is so much to loot here,” Tyler lamented. “See this sack? It's not even one percent of what the Carters have hoarded. Nameless, pick up a sack and help me! Let nothing go to waste.”

Nameless was just about to follow Tyler back into the Carters' vaults when Zeke's sharp voice stopped them, to their dismay.

“No! We have urgent business to attend to.”