Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Even though he had exerted himself to the extreme, Zen was still out of his reach. Since the competition started, Zen had been combating only by the dint of his body and speed—he had not yet even exercised a single bit of his life vitality.

'Is this guy really at the grade two of nature level?'

'He must be a monster…'

Seeing Zen strutting towards him with a smile not quite reaching his eyes and a chilling gaze, as if he was staring at a dead man, York felt a shudder run up his spine. In haste, he yelled at the referee, "I…I give up!

I, York of Sea Peak, give up!"

Void of any expression, the referee announced the result of the combat. "Zen won, York lost!"

As the combat came to a conclusion, the light curtain of the enchanted barrier retreated sideways. Clutching at his chest, York blundered all the way off the arena as though there was a devil on his tail.

"Zen, you're awesome!"

"That's right! You have to be harsh to guys who eat their own words!"

The turnout of the combat left the disciples of Drizzle Peak pumped up. Meanwhile, those from Sea Peak were left quiet and ashen-faced.

This time, Sea Peak not only lost the match but also their reputation. 'If York defeated Zen, we would still have a chance to turn the situation around. In the world of martial arts practitioners, the winners are considered heroes. If Sea Park won, we would be victorious. So what if one guy broke his word? Will you Drizzle Peak disciples complain like a whining housewife?' thought the members of Sea Peak in their hearts.

disciples were ready to make a counterattack against the potential accusation of they breaking

lost to Zen. That was

understand why York fell so weak that he could barely strike a threatening attack, even as he went above and

of Drizzle Peak's mocking, they felt their prepared snarky replies and words fail them. Now that they had just lost the match and disgraced themselves, they couldn't rack their

didn't go all out in the match, he still undoubtedly drew much

interest—Rocher, a man that was said to be a once-in-five-centuries genius

confident about his speed, having accidentally obtained a secret manual on the method of movement entitled The Mystical Pace. The manual spoke more of a special pacing method than a method of movements—it contained a set of very unique prospects

defeat an expert in the Illuminating Soul Realm in one quick strike of the sword.

Zen's demonstration of instant bursts of

it was still much slower than when he used the Mystical Pace. Upon a closer look, he noticed that Zen did not resort to any method of movement when he was in motion but instead seemed

without practicing any method of movement was what astonished Rocher the most.

picks up his speed…' Rocher contemplated Zen's potential. 'This

Rocher perceived him, Zen simply made his way back to the Drizzle Peak team and took a seat in the corner as if nothing had happened, waiting quietly for the next

dare go to bother him. Having won

in the arena proceeded, one round

Peaks Competition, several amazingly powerful disciples of Cloud

Blackrock, were proven to have some extremely gifted disciples participating in the matches. The competition in the group match stage was unusually

from satisfactory. Other than Zen who won two matches in a