Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams)
Chapter 1255

Finally able to witness the full glory of the Great Marshal's sword today, they felt like they could die with no regrets.

At that moment, Zeke strode towards Ichiro.

His sword dragged across the ground, letting out a menacing grinding clang as sparks flew in the air.

Ichiro, on the other hand, was nervous to the core. "Stop right there! Don't you dare take a single step forward. If not, I'll really throw your daughter off the building."

Yet, Zeke did not slow down at all.

F***!

At the verge of total breakdown, Ichiro spat, "You forced me to do this. Don't blame me for being merciless."

As he threatened, he scurried towards the edge of the rooftop and was about to throw Missy off.

At that moment, Zeke moved, and he appeared in front of Ichiro in the blink of an eye.

Raising his sword high up into the air, he slashed it downwards forcefully.

Pfft!

With a loud thud, Ichiro's arms had been cut off at the elbows.

His severed limbs dropped onto the ground as blood spurted uncontrollably the cut ends.

Pulling Missy into his arms, Zeke blocked her field of vision with his broad chest.

"Close your eyes, Missy."

Missy shut her eyes tightly, pressing her face against Zeke's chest.

After glancing left and right at his severed limbs, he finally realized what had happened.

My arms have been cut off!

I'm completely disabled now!

"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A miserable wail of agony cut through the air, echoing in the void.

"Kill him! Kill him for me!" Squatting in a pool of blood, Ichiro yelled in fury over and over again.

The Four Great Ninjas' expressions turned ugly.

However, the Great Marshal moved extremely quickly, almost as fast as a flash of lightning.

Not only was he quick, but he was also ruthless and vicious, not showing any mercy to his enemies.

Indeed, the Great Marshal lived up to his name.

The four of them felt very conflicted now.

Although they knew very well that they were not as strong as the Great Marshal, they could not admit defeat without even putting on a fight.

This defied the way of the Ninja.

Furthermore, Japanio would definitely not spare their families. All of them would be killed.

Although the Four Great Ninjas knew that they were considerably weaker than the enemy, they still charged at Zeke.

However, Zeke responded calmly and steadily.

Not moving from his spot, he hugged Missy with one arm and swept the Dragon King Sword in a circular motion with his other arm.

The Dragon King Sword was so quick that it became a blinding arc in the air.

It brushed past the Four Great Ninjas' necks, leaving a faint scar behind on their necks.

Forcing themselves to pause mid-way, a terrified look appeared on their faces as their eyes widened in shock.

Then, the faint scar on their necks expanded quickly, and blood spurted out.

The Four Great Ninjas collapsed in a pool of blood, no longer breathing.

Carrying Missy in his arms, Zeke walked down the stairs from the rooftop.

After a brief moment of silence, deafening cheers erupted in the crowd.

How powerful!

The Great Marshal is way too strong!

He defeated the Four Great Ninjas within one move.

Indeed, he's the living legend of Eurasia, a deity-like figure for the citizens.

When Zeke walked down the stairs, Wolf's Greed rushed towards him. "How are you feeling?"

Zeke was about to speak when he felt nauseous in his stomach.

Passing Missy to Wolf's Greed quickly, he dashed into the toilet.

He spat a mouthful of blood in the sink, while the color drained from his face.

Although the earlier battle looked like a simple feat for Zeke, he had mustered a lot of energy to reach the peak of his strength.

Now, his injuries had worsened severely, and his current strength was only half of his full strength.

Or worse, his injuries might not even heal for the rest of his life.

Just then, at a building across the road, a man in black was observing Zeke through a pair of binoculars.

When he saw Zeke running into the toilet and vomiting blood, he was over the moon.

The Great Marshal is severely injured!

Now, this is the best opportunity to attack Eurasia.

Fishing out his phone quickly, he dialed a number. "Prime Minister, I've got good news."

After getting his body under control, Zeke walked out of the toilet, looking as normal as before.