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.

Having won several rounds in a row, he looked rather refreshed. Looking at Patrick, he said, "I've been waiting for the battle between us for a long

"Really?"

friendly demeanor,

I'll be glad to compete with you. If I win, all of the thirty-three peaks

he wasn't doing it because he

disciples in the competitions, driving him to practice cultivation

agreeing with Wing, Patrick merely shrugged. "I don't think we're

his head, Wing carelessly circled his machete in the air. "Your personal disciples are just arrogant from the bottom of your hearts. Just because you said it doesn't mean you really think that

it doesn't matter! I will convince

his fingers. "You're right. Maybe we are still a little arrogant deep down. This

crowd started

is powerful but I don't think he can

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 defeat Wing in three

about being second

Wing in

arrogant these personal disciples are! Patrick's asking to be humiliated if he can't

and wouldn't dream of admitting they were less powerful

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

his machete

it was

weapon embedded with 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 should be similar to that of a

Powerful Machete,

his attack, an aggressive

energy rushed towards Patrick like waves of 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 imagine how incredible the doubled power of the second wave and the further doubled power of

five waves. Moreover, each additional wave did more than just double the previous attack power. Three waves would attack six times and four waves would attack ten

he could only summon three waves. Still, it was

his calm

shadow

Clang!

Clang! Clang!

Clang! Clang! Clang!