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.

would win, many of the Sea Peak disciples were ready to make a

lost to Zen. That was way beyond anyone's

strike a threatening attack, even as he went above and beyond the

from their expectations, so the disciples were still left in shock. In the face 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

didn't go all out in the match, he still undoubtedly drew much attention, continuously changing the masters' opinion of

man that was said to be a once-in-five-centuries genius from

method of movement entitled The Mystical Pace. The manual spoke more of

able to defeat an

demonstration of instant bursts of speed, Rocher noticed something odd.

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 to have been moving solely with

speed without practicing any method of movement was what

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

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

Wen and the other disciples did not dare go to bother him. Having won the two matches he

proceeded, one

amazingly powerful disciples

such as the Vulture and Billow Peaks, as well as the top-ranked ones, including Skytop and Blackrock, were proven

matches in a row, and another who