Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

By the time they reacted, quite a few ordinary disciples had slipped through the gate and entered the third level of Bloody Mountain.

"Stop them!" cried one of the noble clansmen who was dressed in blue.

Seeing the scene, the other noble clansmen knew they wouldn't have anyone to rob if more commoners slipped by.

It was worth pointing out that while these noble disciples were not strong, with the weapons and magic tools their families provided, they could still fight.

They clustered together quickly to fill the breach and restore their checkpoint.

While this was happening, the disciples who were trailing after the towering man continued attacking. The cruel and unrelenting enemies left them only the choice of brave resistance or dropping out of the game. Anyone at this time could burst with increased strength.

So the scuffle escalated.

"Aaahh......!"

wailed a disciple as three noble disciples attacked, leaving him gutted. His enemy stood over him with a bloody long sword that shimmered a brilliant green light.

Although each disciple was in the magic array, protecting them from real death, the pain was still real.

After screaming, the disciple was immediately encircled in a light, and he was gone.

But the noble disciples were not faring well. During the fighting, a noble disciple gently pushed against a commoner to stop him. The ordinary disciple appeared unimpressive but was, in fact, more powerful.

twitch, tremble, and

deft prowess, like lightning during a storm. Many disciples from noble clans tried stopping him. He

The outcome of the battle didn't concern him. He needed

he had managed to escape, he caught sight of Nory in the

bone refining level. The best choice for him was to stay and kill phantom beasts on the first level. But, he appeared to be

Nory's strength was relatively weak among the people, and he didn't draw much

up behind him silently holding a gory dagger. Raising it as he neared Nory,

stabbed, he would

stop to think; instead, he quickened his pace, sped,

actions, the noble

a knife fell to the ground, just

of alarm when he realized what almost happened. He gratefully said, "Zen,

so angry he immediately picked up his dagger and launched himself at Zen. The blade was coming straight at Zen's neck at a deceptive angle, one that was difficult to escape. He wanted

hell! Purple Fist

he punched the noble clansman, striking his chest hard, knocking him and his dagger backward to the ground. In the wake of Zen's attack, he felt seven slight explosions in his body, and seven substantial bloody holes appeared on his chest. When Zen enhanced his strength, the Purple Fist Strength had improved too. With terrifying destructive power, his

light appeared, floating around the noble disciple's body. Zen eliminated a child from a noble clan

finally

raced past and onto the third layer, while the

as well. The noble disciples' number went from more than twenty to only a dozen left standing. Half of their people failed the

many had failed depressed the noble disciples that remained. Their predecessors used this method to pass the test, and had said robbing crystal fragments in

rush the barrier, or that so many others would get involved. They lost control of the situation immediately and unexpectedly lost more than ten people