Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Among York's sword skills, Mad-monster Hacking was his most powerful move.

The refinement technique he practiced had some attributes of wind, since his martial arts emphasized being quick, hard and violent.

As he wielded his machete in preparation to hack Zen, whirlpools appeared before his black-blue antique machete. A sharp coldness could be felt from the consequently formed spinning currents.

The intents of blade, sword, and spear

were extremely difficult to grasp.

For even just coming to understand a bit of blade intent, York was already an amazing warrior. No matter what martial arts move he used, the blade intent greatly multiplied its power.

The only problem was that York was incapable of covering the whole machete with the blade intent, so he could only apply a little blade intent to the revolving aura on the blade before trying to hack Zen.

Given the situation, York actually felt that his use of the blade intent was enough to beat or even kill the man.

"How can you resist this?" murmured York with narrowed eyes.

A cold smile appeared on his face as he rushed towards Zen with the Mad-monster Hacking technique.

As his opponent dashed towards him, Zen squinted at the machete in the other's hands.

He could feel the blade intent flowing through the black-blue antique machete.

Be that as it might, the blade intent wasn't enough to hurt or even threaten Zen.

It hadn't been long since Zen started to feel and create the sword intent himself--he was already capable of using the intent at will. It would cover more than three square meters surrounding his body and if anybody attempted to enter his circle of defense, he could easily snap his fingers and they would be torn to pieces.

The blade intent, which York was so proud of, was nothing to Zen.

Before York's hacking technique could even reach Zen's body, Zen's eyes began to glow. His sword intent suddenly formed and immediately smashed York's blade intent to bits.

Because the real strength and power of Mad-monster Hacking lay in the blade intent, once it was destroyed, he was basically harmless to Zen.

"What the fuck?"

Zen's counterattack left York shocked and paralyzed.

The blade intent which he had taken a great amount of his effort and time in mastering disappeared in the blink of an eye.

'Impossible!'

The blade intent was formless and his understanding of its nature was profound and unforgettable.

unless Zen had created his own intent, be it sword

understand some kind of intent on his own?' Doubts began

in his attack made York let his guard down. Zen's counterattack was so swift and he withdrew it even more quickly, leaving York clueless as to why his blade intent

in his heart, his

mind no matter what was thrown in his path. If he was swayed and

was no

Bang!

and applied great power on it, York could no longer hold his weapon, causing him to back up quickly.

York off quickly, Zen didn't intend to defeat his opponent in a single move. Instead, he

"Fail?

technique didn't work well today, that's all. Don't get cocky. I'll show you my real strength," York replied with heavy breaths, sounding rather desperate. Lifting his machete to wield it again, York intended to start another attack. All the while, he thought he failed due to his insufficient understanding of the blade intent. The idea that Zen was merely able to smash his blade intent didn't even occur to him.

memory," Zen laughed with a shrug

you tell me you would lose if you couldn't beat me in three moves?

confidence now, huh?" Zen chuckled as he taunted

words made York take a nervous

hearing Zen's remarks, York

martial arts, certain that he could defeat the disciple of Drizzle Peak easily. However, things didn't go as well as he thought

to use the third move of his technique, York realized that his blade intent suddenly disappeared. If he intended to keep his previous promise, it would mean that he had already

personal fight. If he lost the fight, he would lose any chance to compete with the other participants. It was too shameful for someone like York, so he refused to admit defeat or leave the arena.

the other hand, though, he would be considered a promise-breaker if he refused to give

and leave the arena," a scornful voice came from a man in the audience.

break your promise? Admit your defeat,

the opportunity to laugh at those from Drizzle Peak. Now, it was Drizzle Peak's disciples' turn to fight back and

Wang, your disciple promised to defeat his opponent in three moves. Surely he wouldn't go back on his own words, would he?" In truth, Zen worried him. The fact that he resisted York's

faith in York's strength in martial arts. Although York might lose during the next round when he had to fight those top-level

from the top ten peaks also attended the group competitions. Because he wouldn't allow York to be defeated by them at the group stage, Master Wang

was at stake, Master Wang was facing a dilemma.

Standing firm in his decision,

an uproar among the Drizzle

dare you tell your disciple to

change your peak's name to shameless

for the shameless

a good

Drizzle Peak mocked master Wang as they laughed

cursing back at them anymore. Before the fight at the arena could come to a conclusion, most of the audience were already busy

quite

"Quiet!"