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.

crashed and clattered against each other, still, their crashing sounds, shouts, and barks

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

man who focuses on refining his body, the highest level he can reach is the marrow refining realm. Even if your corporeal body is strong, how much stronger can you possibly

Mack's smile disappeared, a flag appeared in his hand which he then tossed onto the ground before

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

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

body to the extreme by solely exercising his life vitality. This 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

life vitality, no one

of the martial arts practitioners in the Eastern Region had

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

"Barging Fist!"

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

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

terror flitted across his face but he recovered quickly. After all, the biggest threat to a magic array was not a powerful

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

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

wind, it instantly grew into a huge flag and positioned itself

the flag swooshed in front of his eyes the moment he swept past the flag and now he was

"Huh?

funny about

heading forward, Zen could see that the flag billowed, guiding him to walk around it. If he hadn't experienced kinds of magic himself,