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.

other eight pairs already started battling and their weapons crashed and clattered against each other, still, their crashing sounds, shouts, and barks were all drowned out by the cracking of

darted curious looks at Zen, hardly able to imagine that a man could cause such

refining his body, the highest level he can reach is the marrow refining realm. Even if your corporeal body is strong, how

in his hand which he then tossed

not outstanding compared to all the others who had reached the nature level consummation. If he took on Zen purely with force, he

most pivotal factor the combatants of

the power to destroy 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

they entered the level and acquired the power to control life vitality, no one would want to spend their time and energy refining their bodies,

was rather dismissive about body refinement. In fact, most of the martial

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

"Barging Fist!"

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

Fist was of the common kinds, when paired with Zen's horrifying

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

master feared the most was the lack of an opportunity to 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 was totally at his

detected Zen's speed, his life vitality began surging in his hands. The man stuck out a finger and gently

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

Zen's surprise, though, the flag swooshed in front of his eyes

"Huh?

funny

that the flag billowed, guiding him to walk around it. If he hadn't experienced kinds of