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.

each other, still, their crashing

to imagine that a man

man who focuses on refining his body, the highest level he can reach is the marrow refining realm.

hand which he then tossed onto

all the others who had reached the nature level consummation. If he took on Zen purely with force,

pivotal factor the combatants

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

life vitality, no one would

fact, most of the martial arts practitioners in

shooting a look at the 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 up his magic

"Barging Fist!"

stage, Zen had no intent to utilize his Heavenly Ogre First, so he accordingly adopted the most ordinary

kinds, when paired with Zen's horrifying force and

to a magic array

set up an array during a fight. Without it, he would be like a swordsman without a sword or a saberman without a saber. At that point, Mack

speed, his life vitality began surging in his hands. The man stuck out a finger and gently pointed at

bright light flew over the flag. Against the strong wind, it instantly grew into

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

"Huh?

funny

it. If he hadn't experienced kinds of magic