Lord Protector Novel

The old monk shook his head. “I'm sorry, but I can't tell you that. You'll get in the way of our plans if you know what we're trying to do. Besides, you shall be dead soon, so there is no point in knowing anything at all.”

“Very well, then.” Zeke was slightly disappointed that he didn't get any answer he wanted. “Since it has come to this, then it is time for you to die. If I can't know about the answer, then nobody can.”

He molded his energy into two Dragon King Swords. They floated in the air, majestic and imperious as a pair of emperors, while a gale started swirling around him. Eventually, it became a tornado that flew up high into the heavens.

“You shall die!” Zeke shouted.

The old monk tensed up and released a wave of negative energy that became a tornado that rivaled Zeke's as well. He pushed both of his hands forward, sending the tornado toward Zeke.

Zeke sent the swords flying at the monk, followed by the gigantic tornado. A moment later, the tornadoes clashed, and an ear-piercing screech washed across the monastery.

A moment later, the swords were torn into little pieces by the old monk's tornado.

The old monk smiled. “Legend has it that the Dragon King Sword is indestructible, but it seems like the books have exaggerated it.”

“I wonder,” Zeke retorted. His tornado sped up and lashed out at the old monk.

“You never know when to give up, do you? Again!” The old monk attacked with his tornado again, clashing it against Zeke's.

The explosion the clash caused was deafening, and the earth rumbled beneath them. The impact flattened the monastery, leaving nothing but debris in its wake.

The magnificent explosion lasted for two whole minutes before it finally faded into the air.

Stanley smirked smugly in Zeke's direction. He thought that once the dust had settled, he would see Zeke heavily wounded and lying on the ground.

However, what he saw shocked him. Someone was heavily wounded, yes, but it was not Zeke. Not a single gust of the old monk's tornado was left, and the monk was badly injured from the recoil. He was spewing blood and kept retreating from the battlefield.

On the other hand, Zeke's tornado was still going strong, and it even turned into something corporeal. The tornado was just like an alloy drill that made a big hole in the ground, and there was no way a tornado made out of negative energy could compete against that.

Zeke scoffed, “Is that all? I can't believe my master lost to a piece of trash like you. I bet you were just bluffing, you old git.”

The old monk was visibly agitated. “You are as powerful as the rumors say, Great Marshal. You're just an Ultimate Class warrior, but you can turn your energy into real things. That alone makes you on par with Celestial Class warriors. I have to say, Pietro has always had an eye for talent.”

The old man then smirked and continued, “But do you really think I've fought you at my true power? Do you think I cannot defeat you? Then you are sorely mistaken.”

Zeke taunted, “Then show me what you got, old man.”

“Very well, then.” The monk laughed. “You are worthy of witnessing me at my full power!”