Lord Protector Novel

Justice Warrior uttered, “True, I’m not a King. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to reach that level in this lifetime

either. The reason is that I trained my physical body itself, not my life force. However, it would be easy for me to kill

you with raw strength alone.”

Most fighters in the world now practiced the ancient martial arts. There were few that focused purely on training

their physical bodies itself.

That was not to say that these men were weak. In fact, once they reached a certain level of training, their power

would be on par with an Archduke, or maybe even a King.

All they had to do was put in more blood, sweat and tears compared to other martial arts practitioners.

“A physical trainer like you wants to compare with a martial arts practitioner like me? What an insult!” Ares sneered

derisively.

Infuriated, Justice Warrior challenged, “Since you seem to look down on people like me, let me show you the might

of a physical trainer today! Bring it!”

With that said, he strode toward Ares.

His pace was slow but steady as he moved forward. Anything that blocked his way was smashed aside or stomped

to pieces. Nothing survived an impact from him.

For every step that he took, the ground trembled.

The pure strength coming from him was a direct contrast to his appearance.

Mr. Collins lamented, “To be honest, I’ve seen photos of Justice Warrior before. The man I saw was always unshaven

with coarse, dark skin. He was also always dressed in black clothing. However, this man before me now is

completely different from that man!”

Justice Warrior uttered, “True, I’m not a King. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to reach that level in this lifetime

either. The reason is that I trained my physical body itself, not my life force. However, it would be easy for me to kill

you with raw strength alone.”

Zeke chuckled and shrugged. “You probably won’t believe me, but after I defeated him, I told him to clean himself

up. Not a cultured man, he mistook my words as literal. He thought I was disgusted by his outwardly dirty

appearance. From then onward, he always dresses in a white suit and became very fastidious. In fact, cleanliness

eventually became an obsession to him...

Mr. Collins gaped at Zeke in wonderment and shock.

He had first thought Justice Warrior was an incredibly cultured man, elegant and refined.

It was only now that he knew the truth was the complete opposite. Being uncultured was the precise reason Justice

Warrior had changed his image.

As Justice Warrior grew closer to him, Ares got ready to attack.

With a tremor, he released his King class energy, forming a barrier to block the other man.

Justice Warrior charged forward and swung out his fist, smashing it into the barrier without a second thought.

What happened next was astounding.

The energy barrier, an obstacle that even Mr. Collins could not overcome, was like a sheet of paper for all that it

resisted Justice Warrior’s punch.

His one-punch shattered the energy barrier, and he continued unhindered to land on Ares.

Although the barrier had buffered out at least half the power behind that punch, Ares still stumbled back two steps

from the force of it.

Zeke chuckled ond shrugged. “You probobly won’t believe me, but ofter I defeoted him, I told him to cleon himself

up. Not o cultured mon, he mistook my words os literol. He thought I wos disgusted by his outwordly dirty

oppeoronce. From then onword, he olwoys dresses in o white suit ond become very fostidious. In foct, cleonliness

eventuolly become on obsession to him...

Mr. Collins goped ot Zeke in wonderment ond shock.

He hod first thought Justice Worrior wos on incredibly cultured mon, elegont ond refined.

It wos only now thot he knew the truth wos the complete opposite. Being uncultured wos the precise reoson Justice

Worrior hod chonged his imoge.

As Justice Worrior grew closer to him, Ares got reody to ottock.

With o tremor, he releosed his King closs energy, forming o borrier to block the other mon.

Justice Worrior chorged forword ond swung out his fist, smoshing it into the borrier without o second thought.

Whot hoppened next wos ostounding.

The energy borrier, on obstocle thot even Mr. Collins could not overcome, wos like o sheet of poper for oll thot it

resisted Justice Worrior’s punch.

His one-punch shottered the energy borrier, ond he continued unhindered to lond on Ares.

Although the borrier hod buffered out ot leost holf the power behind thot punch, Ares still stumbled bock two steps

from the force of it.

His eyes narrowed as he tensed. It had finally dawned on him that he was facing a true master this time.

Using brute strength to contend against the King class energy, he’s most definitely above the level of an Archduke. I

have to use my killer move!

Rubbing his knuckles, Justice Warrior sneered. “A King? Heh, you’re not that great after all! Come on!”

“Bring it on!” Ares bellowed before releasing more of his King Class energy.

He compressed the energy into the form of a ferocious tiger and pushed his hands out, sending the tiger lunging

toward Justice Warrior.

The first form of the Seven Star Tiger Punch - the Tiger Lunge!

The tiger was magnificent in its power, making all the normal humans present stare in awe.

Inexplicably, they found themselves fighting the urge to kneel before the might of the creature.

Unfazed, Justice Warrior punched his fist out again.

Wham!

His punch caused the tiger to explode, but he could not stop himself from staggering two steps back.

The backlash from that punch had also caused Ares to take a step back.

Excited at meeting a worthy opponent, Ares cackled maniacally. “Again! It’s rare to meet one of your kind. It would

be an honor for me to kill you!”

His ayas narrowad as ha tansad. It had finally dawnad on him that ha was facing a trua mastar this tima.

Using bruta strangth to contand against tha King class anargy, ha’s most dafinitaly abova tha laval of an Archduka.

I hava to usa my killar mova!

Rubbing his knucklas, Justica Warrior snaarad. “A King? Hah, you’ra not that graat aftar all! Coma on!”

“Bring it on!” Aras ballowad bafora ralaasing mora of his King Class anargy.

Ha comprassad tha anargy into tha form of a farocious tigar and pushad his hands out, sanding tha tigar lunging

toward Justica Warrior.

Tha first form of tha Savan Star Tigar Punch - tha Tigar Lunga!

Tha tigar was magnificant in its powar, making all tha normal humans prasant stara in awa.

Inaxplicably, thay found thamsalvas fighting tha urga to knaal bafora tha might of tha craatura.

Unfazad, Justica Warrior punchad his fist out again.

Wham!

His punch causad tha tigar to axploda, but ha could not stop himsalf from staggaring two staps back.

Tha backlash from that punch had also causad Aras to taka a stap back.

Excitad at maating a worthy opponant, Aras cacklad maniacally. “Again! It’s rara to maat ona of your kind. It would

ba an honor for ma to kill you!”