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

disciples darted curious looks at Zen, hardly able to imagine that a man could cause such loud, thundering sounds as he

is the marrow refining realm. Even if

in his hand which he then

outstanding compared to all the others who had reached the nature level consummation. If

factor the combatants of the Eastern Region

life vitality. This would give him the power to destroy an entire land with a single blow. With that

life vitality, no one would want to spend their time and energy refining their

of the martial arts practitioners in the Eastern Region had the same thought.

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 array so

"Barging Fist!"

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

paired with Zen's horrifying force and speed, it

hurtle directly at him like a whirl of wind, a hint of terror flitted across his face but 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 the fight as long as he manipulated

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

Zen's speed, his life vitality began surging in his hands. The man stuck out a finger and gently pointed at the flag on the ground as he exclaimed,

flag. Against the strong wind, it instantly grew into a huge flag and positioned itself in front of Mack

Mack. Much to Zen's surprise, though, the flag swooshed in front of his eyes the moment he swept past

"Huh?

funny about

guiding him to walk around it. If he hadn't experienced kinds of magic himself,