Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Martin teetered on the brink of death, feeling like he would collapse at any second. As he watched the retreating form of the queen blade locust, his chest heaved as profoundly, out of breath after his run. He never thought Zen would lead the queen blade locust away just in time to save his life!

The whistling wind rushed past his ears, and the woods fell away behind Zen on either side as Zen ran. Zen didn't choose any specific way because he had no idea where he was anyway!

Aside from running onward with all his effort, he hadn't had time to think of a plan.

The queen blade locust was chasing after him at a crazy speed. Although she had only one blade left, for Zen, she was still an invincible being.

"Scri-itch!" came the sound as a shadow of red flashed through the trees in the spot where Zen was a moment ago, leaving a ten feet long scar in the ground.

The queen was obviously much faster than Zen. In seconds she would overtake Zen!

"What now?"

questioned Zen looking around frantically as his heart gradually sank. Faced with such a powerful opponent, he didn't hold out for the fight to go his way.

"Scra-atch!"

came the ominous sound as the red shadow fell again, and at the same time the wind whizzed past. Zen surged up, avoiding the attack and rolled forward out of reach.

Colliding into shrubs and bramble as he made his way through the jungle, Zen saw a canyon come into view ahead. He looked around and noted that the canyon was about seventy or eighty feet wide.

'I'll have to jump the gorge!' decided Zen quickly in mind.

his teeth, directed the strength of his entire body to the feet while pulling himself into the shape

the power of his kick off, he thrust himself

him, as she spread her wings. She flew at

can fly?" yelled Zen into the empty sky, depressed.

too large, and she couldn't fly. The wings weren't

to propel upward, she could use her wings to glide on the air for

the meantime, the queen with her remaining red

am I going to do? This will

to thoughts of death as he soared through the air. He couldn't dodge the red

this crucial moment, a desperate desire

left for me to

Zen pressed his knife against his arm. And as he did, he raised it

"Kla-ash!"

toughness of the knife

"Oa-ff!"

Zen as the wind was knocked out of him from the force of the blade clashing into the dagger. Spitting, Zen sent a large mouthful of blood splattering through the air.

on his forehead throb, and his blood coursing through his body as if his organs were shattered.

such a fierce strike directly, like Zen had, whether they were a master at the marrow refining level or at the nature level, they would

from this energy into a warm

rest of the power from the blow injured him greatly as it was too much for him to

he could use, Zen flew higher, gliding hundreds of feet above the ground until he was across the deep chasm. Falling fast,