Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

While they were talking, eighteen warriors came into the arena to compete. But in this round, there was no disciple from the Drizzle Peak.

Suddenly, all the spectators started cheering loudly as they saw a person step into the arena.

The man they were encouraging was clad in a white robe. It was not the kind of white robe the outer disciples usually wore. It was made of silk and the man had a noble aura, carrying a Cyan-blade Sword on his back.

"It's Rocher from the Skytop Peak!" People were surprised to see him so early. With his powers, they had expected him to show up much later in the competition.

"No matter how strong Rocher is, he is not a personal disciple. He still needs to start from the earlier stages of competition."

"Just keep watching. We'll benefit from watching the fight between those strong contestants. It's also a good way to improve ourselves as we can learn a lot about martial art skills from them."

The appearance of Rocher Hua had given rise to much discussion.

"Rocher..." Zen shook his head. He knew nothing about this man. It looked like this man was very famous in the Cloud Sect. But whatever his fame or popularity, Zen had never heard of him. He was thinking that if he didn't know about this man, it would imply that he was ignorant.

When it came to the master hands in the Skytop Peak, Zen only knew Lenard Zhu. The real strength of the Skytop Peak could never be underestimated. Lenard was not the top disciple of the Skytop Peak, but he had the kind of strength which had enabled him to confront a demon general. Rocher Hua, on the other hand, whilst standing in the arena, had a commanding manner in his every movement, which put Zen on high alert.

However, there was no visible reaction on Zen's face, seeing which, Master Wen explained to him, "Rocher is from a humble origin. But he has special talents, which have rarely been seen for the past five centuries or so. He has reached the consummation of nature level at the age of eighteen. Furthermore, he grasps the sword intent more deeply than anyone else, and once, successfully broke a record which had been set by a master from the Illuminating Soul Realm. If you encounter him in the arena, you'd better give up."

As Yehudi had been defeated rather badly, Master Wen was greatly discouraged. From his point of view, all his hopes were pinned on Zen but the chances of winning the competition were extremely thin.

Rocher was a swordsman of the finest degree. Anyone who came to fight with him risked losing their lives as they were sure to be as easily killed by his sword as a chicken. The greater threat was that they couldn't resist and death would find them swiftly. No superficial injuries, or minor wounds; just a single, deathly blow and Rocher was done with you.

see, Master Wen." Despite saying so, Zen smiled. He knew that Master Wen was saying this with the good intention of protecting him from

number of powerful masters had gathered in the All Peaks Competition. Some of them were so powerful that Zen wasn't one hundred percent sure that he could beat them. However, since he had participated in

But not out of fear, no! It was the tremble of

from the crowd, Rocher stood in the center

Zhuge from the Skywrath Peak, another contestant

Damion was a mild and calm person. Powerful

he acted very cautiously. He took out his sword and

sword. "Huh! Show my

this man with his bare

member of the Zhuge Clan, and a top disciple of the Skywrath Peak, he hadn't expected that Rocher would be so arrogant and confident that he

don't want to use a sword? Then I will make you use one!" As soon as he finished his words, Damion lifted

of

prodigious power. Moreover, he knew that his opponent was not easy to deal with. So he employed his strongest skill first. There were

skill, Rocher suddenly moved. His technique was unfathomable. It looked as if he was standing there motionlessly, but in reality, he was actually rushing straight towards Damion. At the very moment he reached Damion, he suddenly stretched out two fingers towards

handle of Damion's sword.

even over the hubbub

only two of his fingers to gently tap on the handle of Damion's sword, and then it had dropped on

fingers immediately pointed themselves at

what was going on. Given that Rocher was able to shoot his sword down with the intent of just two of his fingers, Damion

"I... I surrender..."

was too immense. And it was useless for Damion to continue the fight. So he