Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

At the sight, the crowd began to discuss.

"Dick's blow is so terrifying. He could strike Zen into the air using only the kill song. He is so much stronger than Zen. Zen will lose in this round."

"I'm afraid the damage would be more than just losing the battle. The word 'kill' is so unfathomable. It contains terrifying power within itself. And I had a bad feeling when I saw this word. It seems as though it might bounce Zen's force back. That's to say Zen will suffer the damage of his own attack as well as the blow from the word 'kill'. Whether he can still stand or not, remains to be seen."

"Oh! I get it. Zen was hit by the innate superhuman strength from himself. I hope that he is unable to stand. Yes, he should not be able to stand. I bet all on him losing, and I lost my money in the previous rounds in which Zen fought and won. If he continues to win, I will lose all my money. I gambled on Dick being stronger. If Zen fails, I will recover my money and perhaps, even make a profit!"

"Don't worry. He won't recover from this attack. Even if his body is made of steel and iron, he can't withstand it."

In fact, except for the disciples from Drizzle Peak and the people who wagered on Zen's victory, almost all the other people hoped that Zen would lose. They prayed that Zen wouldn't stand after the blow.

Zen didn't get up. But it was not because he couldn't. He was thinking about how to deal with the current situation. Zen figured it would be best if he stayed down and used the time to find a solution to break Dick's word trick.

would be impossible for him to break Dick's defense merely

rely on

And there were two kill songs around him. Although Master Yu had instructed

standards. How could

backlash from the blow. He was lying on the ground motionlessly. It was possible that he was unconscious. If so, that would be the best outcome.

lost. So he was justified in stopping his attack. But the moment Dick heaved a sigh of relief, Zen rolled over and jumped to his feet. Zen then took a moment to check if his body could still function well. A carefree smile

surprised. He took a deep breath. It seemed

the kind of person who would not take action until he

was made of iron and steel, he should have been broken into

saw that Zen remained unhurt. He didn't know that his assumption was close to reality. Zen's body was indeed a spiritual weapon. Moreover, it was at the middle-grade level

stood not far

what he was doing. Although it was true that he had hidden his real strength before, Zen understood that he could not hide it forever. Moreover, if someone really wanted to investigate, it would not take them much effort to discover the