Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

"Zen, I respect you for being a newcomer. You are talented. You defeated Leo, which I admire. So I gave you advice that was well-intentioned. I have shown you the right way to deal with this matter. Don't make things worse." Seeing that his words hadn't changed Zen's mind, Liam's tone suddenly hardened. He never thought that Zen would be so proud and unreasonable.

"Oh, really? What is the right way? What will make things worse? I don't like nonsense. If you don't agree with me, then face me in the battle ring," Zen retorted.

"Settling disputes in the battle ring is not the only way to solve a problem. I suggest that both of you compromise. Then the situation will not escalate," another disciple interjected. Zen turned to the disciple who had just spoken only to find a man with a big, fat face smiling at him.

"Wurth, are you here to poke your nose into my business?" Liam's expression showed the agitation he felt when he saw Wurth.

The fat man, Wurth Zhang, was ranked 7th among the outer disciples at Drizzle Peak. From among the ten thousand outer disciples, he was definitely a top master. As a grin spread across Wurth's face, two front teeth were revealed. "Well, your business? I don't accept what you just said. Liam, I know that you have a good relationship with the Zhuge family, but you should not support this servant. The slave is spoiled and defiant. He is proud of being a slave of the Zhuge family. His behavior is superior and supercilious. He seems to forget that he is just a slave. Even a slave to the Emperor's family is still a slave! He shouldn't feel superior to other people. In my opinion, killing him is too harsh. But we should not let him go easily either. How about this. Zen, you can teach him a lesson with your fist! It is better that both of you make some concessions on this matter!"

Wurth Zhang had made an interesting point. A faint smile grew on Zen's face. Although Wurth seemed to be fair and unselfish, anybody could see that he was feigning fairness. He was actually helping Zen. Most people understood that Zen would not kill Thomas. But they knew that Zen was angry and that he had a temper. They also knew that he needed to maintain his power and prestige.

As a result of Wurth's explanation, Zen now had the opportunity to hit Thomas, even though it sounded like both sides had reached a compromise.

clenched his teeth and

the strength that Zen had shown to all. And now Wurth was

lesson," said Wurth. A sly smile grew on Wurth's

back of Thomas' neck. At that moment, Thomas' eyes flashed red. "Zen, if you beat me to death, my

tired of these hollow threats. Couldn't they think of something new to threaten him with? He flipped his palms and slapped Thomas. Then he landed a mighty

felt the punishment inflicted on

ground. Instead of showing the convergence necessary, he kept threatening Zen. He didn't seem injured. To the crowd's surprise, just as he stood up

"Puff, pu-ff..."

holes sprayed blood from his hands and feet. Thomas

"What a good blow!"

deserved that. He dared to cause

looked at Zen and cheered him with words of praise. But most were silent. They didn't echo the sentiment of the cheering people. They knew that this matter would not come to a good end. Fren was not known to be kind and reasonable. On the other hand, Zen was not from a noble clan. He was helpless. He had no one, and no clan would protect him. They believed that he wouldn't stay in Drizzle Peak