Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Zen didn't know what to say. The renting business was flourishing because of the initial exam. The youngsters in the Imperial Capital were making every effort to pass the exam. "But if we use an external object, won't that be considered cheating?" Zen wondered.

Cloud Sect intended to use the initial exam to weed out the weaker applicants. Wouldn't it be a bit unfair if weapons were not banned during the exam?

Nory smiled, "Bro, what you haven't considered is that Cloud Sect has many disciples, so many geniuses. The Sect won't pay too much attention to the initial exam. We aren't outer disciples. No energy will be wasted on the trifles in the initial exam. As long as we don't kill each other, they don't give a fig what weapon you use or whether you get into a brawl here."

With the help of Nory's explanation, Zen realized that while Cloud Sect did have very strict rules and regulations, they were for their formal disciples. This initial exam was a sieve with a large mesh to strain out those who didn't fit the bill.

As soon as Nory finished his explanation, he gasped. The bangle could only counteract half the pressure, but the remaining pressure still made running hard for Nory.

"Stop talking. Just focus on your pace," Zen reminded him.

Nory nodded. He clenched his teeth and kept moving forward. He grimaced as he challenged his limits.

a while had passed, he had gotten accustomed

it. They started falling behind. Instead of a long line of runners, the road now had groups of scattered

Zen noticed a hulking figure speeding forward. A big man, as strong as an

changed direction and hurtled toward Nory. Before

as his strength was being strained to the limit. He had lowered

out of the blue. A scream escaped Nory's lips as he lost his balance. After staggering for a few steps, Nory

with this man, his behavior was way out of line. Before Zen could finish, the man sped up and turned

man closing in quickly, Zen's expression changed. Secretly, he commanded

the man's face. According to what he could gauge, Zen was just at the organ refining level. Since he had already entered the marrow refining level, the man was confident that he had certain advantages in terms of his strength and body. A malicious grin appeared on his face when the man saw that Zen was standing still, waiting for the attack. Apparently, Zen had no idea who he was dealing with. The man was certain that the collision

as soon as he cannoned into Zen, his

into a hill, while Zen remained unmoved from his

as if he had seen a ghost. How could this brat