Lord Protector Novel

After all, Chris was the strategist of the nation. He could easily utilize the resources of the country for his own sake.

Hence, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise even if he were far more capable than Mr. Collins in terms of combat

capability.

Five minutes later, a muffled buzz could be heard as though the fight had been brought to an end.

Consequently, a figure could be seen sent flying out of the forest, where the fight had taken place, all over to

Zeke’s side.

Bam!

The man who had been sent flying was Mr. Collins. A piece of rock had been crushed into debris the moment he fell

to the ground. Consequently, blood gushed out of his mouth because he had been injured.

Damn it!

Nevertheless, Mr. Collins gritted his teeth and forced himself to get up in spite of the injuries he had sustained. He

didn’t even hesitate and made his way over to Chris’ side once again.

Despite his determination, due to the injuries he had sustained, he could barely stand properly, let alone bringing

himself over to Chris’ side.

Chris scoffed, “Do you really consider yourself one of the Taichi Duo? I’ll give you another chance to prove yourself

worthy! Take the Great Marshal out on my behalf, and I shall allow you to live! In fact, I may consider turning you

into one of my bodyguards!”

To hell you go, traitor!

Mr. Collins’ eyes glinted wrathfully in return because he would never submit himself to his foe.

As part of the Seal Mercenary, he would never tolerate such great humiliation.

In the end, Mr. Collins mustered every single bit of strength he had left and sprinted over to Chris’ side once again.

Once again, another intense fight broke out. However, it merely lasted for a minute this time before Mr. Collins was

sent flying for yet another time.

Similarly, he fell to the ground and puked another mouthful of blood. By then, the pale and haggard-looking man

could barely catch his breath.

In spite of quivering, Mr. Collins brought himself up once again because he was determined to fight until his last

breath.

Chris teased, “Why don’t you guys stop wasting my time? Come at me all at once!”

Mr. Collins held on to his sword and limped over to Chris once more. He refused to surrender just yet since he still

had the capability to fight.

Suddenly, Zeke tapped on Mr. Collins’ shoulder and said, “It’s time for you to stop. You’re gonna lose your life if you

keep going on.”

“It’s an honor to be able to sacrifice my life on the battlefield!” Mr. Collins replied with a determined look on his

face.

“Mr. Collins, I’ll teach you the Skill of Berserk, one of the Eight Supreme Skills, right away! You mustn’t let me

down!” Zeke instructed.

The Eight Supreme Skills was a set of skills developed by Zeke once he had been crowned as a King Class warrior.

The newly developed set of skills would allow the users to tap into their potential capability and fully utilize their

talent. Hence, they would be multiple folds stronger than they usually would be.

Pfft!

In return, Chris burst into laughter and yelled, “What kind of joke is this? A loser teaching another loser some skills

possessed by a bunch of losers?”

Despite the brutal remarks from Chris, Mr. Collins’ eyes gleamed passionately because he was aware of Zeke’s

actual identity as one of the King Class warriors.

Therefore, he was certain the skills possessed by Zeke would be out of this world as well.

Zeke told Mr. Collins, “Listen to me carefully! One of the Eight Supreme Skills, Skill of Berserk focuses on the

synchronization between the user and its physical capability. The functions of the sensory organs will replace the

capability of sight of the eyes. Eventually, the weapon will become part of your body...”

As Zeke went on, Mr. Collins was utterly confused, which showed on his face.

However, he soon grasped the concept behind the skill developed by Zeke. He was overjoyed because he could

leverage on his new skill to get his revenge.

Immediately, he tore a piece of fabric from his shirt and turned it into a blindfold to cover his eyes. He pointed his

sword at Chris and yelled, “Come on!”

Chris could no longer hold back his laughter anymore. He teased in return, “Zeke, what kind of joke is this? Are

these the Eight Supreme Skills you have been talking about? Are you sending a blind man to come after me? Ha!

He’s no match for me in his prime! Do you really think he’ll be able to defeat me when he has his eyes blindfolded?

It’s time to put an end to this! Here I come!”

As soon as Chris finished his sentence, he dashed over to Mr. Collins’ side, but Mr. Collins stood right where he was

in a casual manner.

Although he couldn’t detect his foe visually, he was focusing intently as he had tapped into the potential of his

sensory organs.

Mr. Collins took aim at Chris’ heart using his sword and launched it in Chris’ direction the moment the latter

approached him.

“Are you kidding me?” Chris yelled hysterically and stopped Mr. Collins’ sword with his hands easily.

He gradually tightened his grip and broke the sword into pieces.

Zeke’s heart sank to the bottom of his stomach all of a sudden because the weapon had a huge role in applying the

Skill of Berserk.

If the weapon had been destroyed, the Skill of Berserk wouldn’t be much different as compared to an ordinary

combat skill. It wouldn’t be as powerful and could barely harm the enemy.

Since Mr. Collins seemed as though he would be defeated soon, Zeke would have to take the matters into his own

hands.

He couldn’t conceal his identity as a King Class warrior anymore.