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.

pairs already started battling and their weapons crashed and clattered against each other, still, their crashing sounds, shouts,

at Zen, hardly able to imagine that a man

impressive! For a man who focuses on refining his body, the highest level he can reach is the marrow refining realm. Even

which he then tossed onto the ground before rapidly drawing back.

Mack's combat ability was not outstanding compared to all the others who had reached the nature level consummation. If

Zen in contempt because ultimately, the most pivotal factor

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

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

of the martial arts practitioners in the Eastern Region had

corners of his mouth twitch. He then stomped his feet hard and abruptly darted towards Mack.

"Barging Fist!"

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

was of the common kinds, when paired

a hint of terror flitted across his face but he recovered quickly. After all, the biggest threat to a magic array was

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

stuck out a finger

it instantly grew into

damn about the flag. He simply 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 now he was left in a

"Huh?

something funny about

it. If he hadn't experienced kinds