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.

He knew that Master Wen was saying this with the good intention of protecting him from losing his

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

trembled strongly. But not out of fear, no! It was the

the crowd, Rocher stood in the

was Damion Zhuge from the Skywrath Peak, another contestant

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

while facing his opponent Rocher, he acted very cautiously. He took out his sword and coldly asked

his head and smiled lightly, having no intention to take out his sword.

going to fight this man

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

use a sword? Then I will make you use one!" As soon as he finished his words, Damion lifted

Swords of Absolute

knew that his opponent was not easy to deal with. So he employed his

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

on the handle of Damion's sword.

and clear even over the hubbub and

was such that Damion didn't even realize what had happened. Rocher had used only two of his fingers to gently tap on the handle of Damion's sword, and then it had dropped

a second of this move, Rocher's fingers immediately pointed themselves

able to shoot his sword down with the intent of just two of his fingers, Damion had no doubt that

"I... I surrender..."

was too immense. And it was useless for Damion to continue