Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

"Hah, the Drizzle Peak disciples have been knocked out so soon! Thought they wouldn't have a chance to fight against us before getting eliminated. Their rotten luck! York, it's your turn now," Master Wang sneered.

York walked out from behind his master and stretched out to warm himself up. Keeping a fixed eye on Zen, he remarked to Master Wang, "Three moves. The boy will be beaten by me under three moves."

To York, Zen's strength of grade-two nature level was not even worth considering. It could never hold up to his own power. Zen had employed his stupendous innate strength moments ago, but how would that fare against York? No matter how much strength he had, his life vitality couldn't outmatch York's power and speed. 'Zen would be rash to try, ' York told himself conceitedly.

Overhearing the conversation between Master Wang and York, Master Wen rubbed his long face. He wanted to refute the claim but didn't know how to.

Previously, he had been somewhat confident about Zen and Yehudi, but the latter was defeated in the first round and had gotten himself injured. He couldn't join the next round, which frustrated Master Wen. The master could do nothing but endure York's taunt with some contempt.

This was how the warriors' world operated. Strength was respected, and the weak only had one of two roads to choose from: to endure or to die. Fortunately, this was Cloud Sect. In the world outside, the weak didn't have a chance to even endure.

"Three moves?" Zen raised his brows at that. His demeanor exuded tranquility, like he was impervious to all desires and passions.

But that didn't mean Zen would tolerate this. There were many powerful men in the world who deserved his tolerance, such as the head of the Cloud Sect, Kenneth, who was currently sitting on the platform. But York wouldn't be one of them. Even if York was truly capable, he wasn't good enough to alarm Zen.

"Yes. Three moves would be enough for me to beat you. If there is no accident, I would only need two." York laughed with disdain.

"If you can't beat me in three moves, would you admit your defeat?" Zen asked him with a smile.

York snorted. "I know you are trying to provoke me. You want me to admit my loss if you counter my three moves? Fine. I concede. Three moves. If I can't beat you, I will admit my defeat!"

"All right! York, you are the number one inner disciple at Sea Peak. Remember, you are powerful enough to dominate anyone," Master Wang said to him. He wasn't worried about York's impulsive declaration, for he had evaluated York's strength to be close to the late stage of consummation. It would be easy for him to defeat a young disciple only at grade two of the nature level. As per his calculations, York could end the fight against Zen in one mere move, let alone three.

Zen curled his lip, not saying another word as he strode to the competition field.

The disciples of this round arrived one after the other. Soon, Zen was on the opposite side of York.

as he took out a black-blue antique machete. He was a skilled swordsman, and his sword—a top-grade spiritual weapon—was named Murdering Chop. York got it

the blade intent. He had honed his blade skills for ten years and finally managed to somewhat comprehend the intent. He wasn't very well-versed in it as of now, but he would master

Although York knew only a little of

my weapon." Zen smiled at

Competition and Zen was not confident about defeating some of the more powerful men. He didn't want to put

he revealed his cards, his opponents would figure out a solution to his moves. The ones with more tricks up their sleeves would

is. I will still beat you with three moves!" York laughed. "Wind breaking pole!" he roared

of a sudden, York's black-blue antique machete turned into a heliciform cutter shadow which split into two pairs before

the expression on his face unreadable. There was potent momentum hidden in

a small success. Moreover, York had cultivated his blade skills for ten years, but Zen had only been using the sword

manifested the energy of the Phoenix Crystal on his arm and raised his speed

fight left, and the energy of the Phoenix Crystal was not limitless. And there was no need to make use of too much energy to avoid York's move. It would be

shuttled through the cutter shadows like a flexible leopard. They

be told, Zen's speed was beyond his expectations, but when he saw Zen shuttle through the cutter shadows, he sneered. "You are courting death if

shadows halted in the mid-air

further split into thirty-two pairs, for a total of sixty-four

and the sixty-four cutter shadows abruptly

sixty-four cutter shadows surrounded him, they would cut right through his body. York was already imagining how Zen would look by the time

Crack!

Zen rushed to the front and smashed the cutter shadows before him with his fist, all

from

them were

matter how sturdy

a later stage, it was advisable to cover the fist with their life vitality in order to defend themselves against

York could spot no life vitality congealed in Zen's hands, which meant that Zen resisted the cutter shadows with his mere fist. For a second, York wondered if he had missed a trick.