Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

"Eh?

Why another Drizzle Peak disciple? I seem to be destined to take on the whole of Drizzle Peak today." At the sight of Zen, Mack faked an innocent smile. Beneath the harmless expression lay his brutal, unconcealable nature.

"Yeah, it's sort of destined," Zen responded coolly. Although the disciple did not show much emotion when he witnessed Yehudi being tormented by Mack, in truth, a strong impulse took hold of him—to rush to the center of the arena and smash Mack to pieces. Still, this was the All Peaks Competition. With several saints, elders, and even head of the sect present, Zen couldn't dare to charge and attack Mack as he wanted to, no matter how confident he was about his explosive force.

Licking his lips maliciously, Mack asked, "That guy named Yehudi…he's the best in Drizzle Peak, isn't he?

Did you see how he ended up? If you're scared, don't worry, you can admit your defeat right now!"

As he taunted Zen, Mack pointed at the referee to the side of the battle ground with an genuine smile on his face.

No one could deny that Mack seemed like a sanguine boy. His tanned skin and strong build made him look very healthy and full of vitality. However, his style of fighting entirely contrasted his image.

"Admit my defeat?" With a drastic arch of his brows, Zen strolled up to Mack, cracking his knuckles. "I sure want to see what on earth you can do to make me admit my defeat."

Zen's body was nearly as hard and strong as a medium-grade spiritual weapon, so the periosteum in his knuckles was also peerlessly firm and tenacious—a loud crack could be heard from every flex of his knuckle.

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

The cracks reverberated across the arena like thunderclaps.

started battling and their weapons crashed and clattered against each other, still, their crashing sounds, shouts, and barks were all

a man could cause such loud, thundering sounds as

body, the highest level he can reach is the

flag appeared in his hand which he then tossed onto the ground before rapidly drawing

nature level consummation. If he took on Zen

Mack held Zen in contempt because ultimately, the most pivotal factor the combatants of the Eastern Region counted on was life

an entire land with a single blow. With that kind of power in mind, the combatants of the Eastern Region chose to refine their bodies only because they were getting their bodies prepared for the entry

life vitality, no one would want

In fact, most of the martial arts practitioners in the Eastern Region had

flag on the ground, Zen felt the corners of his mouth twitch. He then stomped his feet hard and abruptly darted towards Mack. Taking Yehudi's failure as a lesson, Zen definitely wouldn't let Mack set

"Barging Fist!"

stage, Zen had no intent to utilize his Heavenly Ogre First, so

kinds, when paired with Zen's horrifying force and speed,

he recovered quickly. After all, the biggest threat to a magic array was not a powerful opponent. No matter how strong the enemy was, Mack could always find a way to win

it, he would be like a swordsman

hands. The man stuck out a finger and gently pointed

flag. Against the strong wind, it instantly grew into a huge

give a damn about the flag. He simply sidestepped and dashed straight into Mack. Much to Zen's surprise, though, the flag swooshed in front of his eyes the moment he swept past the flag and now he was left

"Huh?

something funny

see that the flag billowed, guiding him to walk around it. If he hadn't experienced kinds of magic himself, he would have thought