Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Despite the overwhelming number of rings made from Benjamin's life vitality, there were still some gaps between each of the rings. Just as the fluttering of the life vitality rings made gaps that were large enough, Jill launched her attack.

Jill dashed forward, rapidly weaving through the life vitality rings!

Benjamin felt sort of complacent at first. He hadn't expected much from his opponent who seemed to be a delicate beauty. He would totally beat her in the first round without effort. But before his words faded, Jill's yellow figure was charging straight at him at an incredible speed.

But Benjamin's reaction was swift as well. At this juncture, he let out a howl and directed the scarlet machete in his hand at Jill. Then he swung the machete three times.

"Three strikes of Bloody Hell!"

"Clank, clank, clank!"

Jill was still smiling. Her pretty little face looked quite lovely. But absolute strength was concealed beneath her lovely appearance.

The jade sword in her hand was much smaller than Benjamin's scarlet machete—only at the length of two chopsticks or so. However, the short jade sword easily fended off the overwhelming power generated by the three strikes of Bloody Hell.

Disbelief was written all over Benjamin's face now. He attempted to launch another strike, but as a jet of cyan light flashed, the jade sword was pressed against his neck...

"Jill won. Benjamin lost!"

The referee announced the result of this match.

Yehudi did not realize what had happened until the result was declared. He had expected that Jill might turn the table with certain secret moves. But it really took him by surprise that Jill had made it in such a brisk and fierce fashion.

At this time, Yehudi shot Zen a look of deep significance. 'This guy does have sharp vision.'

The nine matches finished quickly. Disciples on the stage filed out, and the second group of disciples immediately marched into the arena.

among the members of the

at the second grade

level, he must be pretty good for ranking among the contestants. I remember three years ago, Jacques who was also at the second grade of the nature level, made it to the top 100. So, don't think lightly of others! Bear this in mind—never measure the sea with a bushel, and

quality of disciples at the peak! A man at the second grade of the nature level should be at the top of

the competition. Only at the second-grade of the nature level, he was too conspicuous. And, so he attracted everyone's attention the moment he stepped onto

Pointing at Zen, he asked, "Xu, what's going on? Drizzle Peak sent a kid at the

the power of the most outstanding disciples from

them, the weakest was at the eighth or ninth grade of the nature level. Some of the

to ask specifically about this contestant who was merely at the second grade of the

the nature level to participate in the competition. After all, the ranking of the 33 peaks was determined according to their strength instead of their subjective calculations. Nonetheless, Kenneth's remarks were somewhat offensive. 'Is Drizzle Peak really so lame?' 'They can only send a guy

the guy is strong or powerful," Kenneth muttered

so it's possible for a low-ranked man to challenge those at higher ranks." When

disciples from Drizzle Peak were from grassroots families or

more, was that he was only at the second grade of the nature level. 'Does he want to make

ready. The battle could

were focused on

I happen to be fighting a guy at the second grade of the nature level in my

not tall, but he was heavyset. So, he looked

All Peaks Competition, the number was still small when compared to the number of disciples at Azure Peak. To qualify for the All Peaks Competition, each of these 33 disciples must have battled

defeated a practitioner who had reached the peak of the nature level even though he was only at the ninth grade of nature level. In doing so, Langdon Zhou

gazed at Langdon Zhou blandly, saying nothing.

All Peaks Competition are loathsome, too loathsome. I've busted my ass just to get entry to this competition. But you, a little guy

still feels the need to provoke me with words. Perhaps it's an old habit

to force the opponent to reveal a flaw as he strikes. This is a widely known trick. But Langdon Zhou, a man who obviously doesn't take me seriously, still speaks condescendingly. He is too

too simple to figure out how I'm going to beat you. So you might