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.

battling and their weapons crashed and clattered against each other, still, their crashing sounds,

at Zen, hardly able to imagine that a man could cause such loud, thundering sounds

body, the highest level he can reach is the

hand which he then tossed onto the ground before

others who had reached the nature

because ultimately, the most pivotal factor the combatants of the Eastern Region counted on was

would give him 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 their

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, would they?

most of the martial arts practitioners in the Eastern Region had the same

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

"Barging Fist!"

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

of the common kinds, when paired with Zen's horrifying force and speed, it

Zen 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

magic array 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

bright light flew over the flag. Against the strong wind, it instantly grew into a huge flag and positioned

the flag swooshed in

"Huh?

funny about

he hadn't experienced kinds