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 losing his life. But the good old master didn't know what was

powerful that Zen wasn't one hundred percent sure that he could beat them. However, since he had participated in the competition,

out of

deafening cheers from the crowd, Rocher stood in the center of the arena.

Skywrath Peak, another contestant at consummation of nature

Fren, Damion was a mild and calm person. Powerful as

very cautiously. He took out his sword and coldly asked his opponent, "Rocher, come on! Show

smiled lightly, having no intention to take out his sword. "Huh! Show my sword

to fight this man with his bare hands!

and a top disciple of the Skywrath Peak, he hadn't expected that Rocher would be so arrogant and confident that he would beat him without a sword.

you use one!" As soon as

Swords of

to deal with. So he employed his strongest

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

handle of Damion's

was heard, loud and clear even over the hubbub and cheers

realize what had happened. Rocher had used only two of his fingers to gently tap

move, Rocher's fingers immediately pointed themselves at Damion's

going on. Given that Rocher was able to shoot his sword down with the intent of just two of his fingers, Damion had no doubt that the same two fingers could as easily blow

"I... I surrender..."

useless for Damion to continue the fight. So he surrendered without