Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Still feeling very upset, Tracy heard the referee announce, "Next Wing of Skytop Peak will fight the personal disciple, Patrick!"

Making a face at Patrick, Tracy gestured at him. "Patrick, it's your turn!"

After giving her a gentle smile in return, he made his way toward the battle ring.

Among the personal disciples, Patrick seemed like a special one. Instead of the usual aggressive attitude the others showed, he always appeared friendly and seldom had any disputes with anyone.

With this kind of behavior, it was difficult to know his true competence.

Even so, it was common knowledge that he was rather capable since he ranked second in the Cloud Sect List.

The one who ranked first in the list, Evan Li, was still practicing his cultivation in a secluded place so, in this round-robin, his name wasn't included in the draw lot box.

If Evan didn't show up before the competition ended, then Patrick would be the most powerful participant in this session of the All Peaks Competition.

All the top ten disciples in the Cloud Sect List were very powerful.

These talents improved remarkably fast in daily cultivation and none of them was overconfident about winning against each other if they had to battle.

When it was Patrick's turn to compete, the personal disciples perked up and cheered because so far, the personal disciples' performance in the competition was uncharacteristically poor.

In the former All Peaks Competitions, they had always been highly regarded so it would be a shame if none of them could turn the table for this one. Their previous achievements were nothing short of brilliant. In one of the former All Peaks Competitions, the top twenty spots were all filled in by personal disciples.

This time, it seemed unlikely for them to achieve such success because many of the personal disciples had already been defeated by the disciples of the thirty-three peaks in the competition.

Often condescending in attitude, the personal disciples were frustrated with the huge difference from previous competitions. One could imagine how frustrated they must have felt, so they were eager to find a leading personal disciple that could redeem them. Patrick was the most suitable person for the job.

"Patrick, crack down that Wing guy!"

"We believe in you! You'll win back honor for us personal disciples!"

In the previous competitions, not a soul would have expected to hear such words come out of the crowd of personal disciples, as they seemed to be above such things.

Because of how things were turning out, their attitudes seemed to shift. Never would they have expected to see so many powerful disciples among the thirty-three peaks.

hand. Having won several rounds in a row, he looked rather refreshed. Looking at Patrick, he said, "I've been waiting

"Really?"

gentle and friendly demeanor, Patrick offered a

win, all of

he wasn't doing it because

driving him to practice cultivation hard since then.

Wing, Patrick merely shrugged. "I don't

just arrogant

will convince you completely!"

that, Patrick nodded once again and stretched out three of his fingers. "You're right. Maybe we are still a little arrogant deep down. This arrogance tells me I can

crowd started

think he can defeat Wing with just three moves. He

has just won several rounds against personal disciples in the competition, so they should be a matched pair. It's too early to tell who will win. I don't believe Patrick can

deal about being second on the

Wing in

to be humiliated if he can't

peaks always challenged each other when they were in their own peaks and wouldn't dream of admitting they were less powerful than those of another peak. However, in the face of personal

snorted. "Well, since you're so confident about yourself, show me

Wing gripped his machete and rushed toward Patrick.

a high-grade spiritual weapon. However, it was rather special because of the two crystals embedded

a single crystal would be considered a low-grade fairy weapon. It was much more difficult to embed two crystals into the blade, so Wing's machete

Machete,

his attack, an aggressive aura

the sea. These "waves" could attack him thrice with each of the attack's impact dramatically increasing. The power of the first wave was terrifying enough, so one could

actually summon four or even five waves. Moreover, each additional wave did

could only summon three waves. Still, it was enough for him to defeat most of his

a strong attack, Patrick remained his calm smile without a hint of worry on his face.

energy came close, a shadow of a

Clang!

Clang! Clang!

Clang! Clang! Clang!