Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

If it were up to Dick, Mack would be called a great talent as he was well accomplished in terms of magic arrays. The problem, however, was that he was also known to be a bloodthirsty butcher with a cruel propensity to kill.

The Cloud Sect valued its disciples' compliance with the sect's rules and submission to its strength without having any moral constraints on their behavior. Despite his dislike of the sect's doctrine, Dick felt powerless to change it. Instead of acting out against it, he would make sure to stick to his own principles when faced with a moral dilemma.

After some pondering, Dick thought to be grateful for Master Yu's mentorship in Blackrock Peak and it helped him make the choice to not directly refuse his Master's request. Nonetheless, he could still avoid a full-on fight with Zen by persuading him to surrender—he didn't want to hurt his rival so cruelly just to win like what Mack did.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zen's eyes as he never would have expected Dick to be such a righteous man. With a gentle nod and smile, he said, "The Cloud Sect is gathered with practitioners from all over the world. This is a place where the strong speak without any regard for moral conduct. Though many fellow disciples are talented and powerful, many are also as cruel and murderous as beasts. Compared to them, your righteousness is admirable. You're a diamond in the rough, truly. Still, I won't surrender to you!"

"But if you don't give in, I might have to hurt you after I defeat you…" Dick insisted.

Unable to refuse Master Yu's request, Dick promised him that he would teach Zen a lesson unless he surrendered beforehand.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. After all, we don't know who will come out the winner before we have a real fight. Besides, even if I start losing to you during the battle, you can pull your punches and leave chances for me to give in. I don't believe your master would blame you for that," Zen explained carefully.

Upon hearing his words, Dick replied with a smile. "Well, sounds like a good idea. Alright, let's get this over with."

With that, he pulled out an ink brush from his sleeve.

In the world of martial arts, there were many kinds of weapons. Only a few practitioners would choose a pen to specialize with, and among those who did, most of them used a "Judge's Brush"—a metal pen in the shape of a writing brush, similar to a piercer, and could be used to stab enemies.

As for Dick's weapon, it had a wooden stalk and a bundle of wolf hair at the tip—a real ink brush.

It was astonishing in Zen's eyes. Seeing a writing tool be used as a weapon was quite rare.

Still, Zen didn't dare lower his guard. After all, Dick was a top disciple of the Blackrock Peak—the second strongest peak among thirty-three peaks—and he was undoubtedly powerful, having defeated several people consecutively.

Being a strong contender himself, Zen understood that underestimating his rival would lead to deep regret.

After Dick pulled out his weapon, his black life vitality began flowing from his hands and drifting in the air around him. Gradually, it concentrated together and slowly transformed into a dense cloud of mist before turning into some mysterious black liquid.

When Dick held up his sleeve and dipped the brush into the matter, Zen realized that it was his ink.

His opponent just transformed his life vitality into a kind of magical ink.

Zen's brows shot up in surprise at Dick's special weapon. Although he couldn't tell what his rival was about to do with his tools, he prepped himself for his simple countermeasure—Zen would throw his punches.

physical strength to the most extent and he decided not to make use of his life vitality unless defeating his rival with

Zoom!

Dick, moving across the short distance until he was right in front of his rival. From either side, he readied his fists

sudden attack, Dick's expression remained calm in the face of Zen's aggressive motions and the audience couldn't help but feel

the few who wanted to speculate took the risk

in the first round, many

at his opponent.

wrote a word in the

written vigorously while also displaying a sense of solemnity.

word, Zen immediately felt all the strength in his left hand disappear, sealed by a

fist was still on track, only a few

remained the same. In another swift motion, he dipped

the former word, this one was much

Bang!

Zen smashed his fist into the heavy word which seemed to

he hit the object, Zen's face visibly

of his physical strength and all the power in his dragon scales.

"Again!"

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

punches, a crack finally formed on the huge word that acted as a shield. With another

he dipped his brush in the ink and wrote the "defend" word in the air a number of

attack is. As for that word which seals the strength in your left hand, it's my 'seal song.' It can stop you from exerting your strength or life vitality, so your left hand will

left Zen

because his enemies would be able to come up with countermeasures with the information given. It was because Dick was so confident

"Seal song?"

had

hours," Dick added slowly. Although they were in

Are you certain?"

the effective power against enchantments burst out and flooded into the word around his hand. After a few seconds, a red crack appeared on the word before it completely broke the word to pieces