Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

The competition between Jacques and Stanley wasn't so thrilling. Most of it was pretty boring since Jacques was overwhelmingly superior to Stanley in every aspect and dominated him every step of the showdown. There was little Stanley could do to protect himself against Jacques.

However, that did not mean that the elites of all the thirty three peaks and all the personal disciples present ignored the fight. Instead, they observed it carefully.

It was worth noting though, that the majority of them focused their attention on Jacques and did not care what happened to Stanley.

Three years ago, Jacques had become one of the top 100 warriors when he was just at grade two of the nature level, landing him in the list of legends of the Cloud Sect. Although Zen had already broken his record now, no one dared to ignore Jacques and his strength.

Moreover, Jacques had retreated to practice for three years and he was at the Illuminating Soul Realm at present. No one had seen him fighting over the three years, and no one knew how powerful he was now. That was the reason why those elites and personal disciples paid a lot attention to Jacques, who was one of their potential opponents.

Unfortunately, Stanley was defeated so fast that Jacques only had a chance to show off his incomparably sturdy armor.

But the set of white bone armor he was wearing was already strong enough to attract all elites and personal disciples' attention. Its defensive ability was comparable to a common fairy weapon, which could resist almost all damage inflicted upon it. Jacques, hidden and protected in the armor, could definitely win the competition, especially considering the fact that if the white bone armor couldn't be broken by his opponent, then there was no way to inflict damage directly upon him.

Zen, standing outside the battlefield, also paid attention to Jacques all the time, but he believed that he had a few countermeasures in his pocket to attack the white bone armor. Though the armor looked completely impenetrable, there were means such as the soul attack and flying knife which could break it. He was thinking that the flying knife with its sharp and penetrative tip might be strong enough to crack the white bone armor. There was also the rather strong fear and belief that the white bone armor wasn't Jacques's only ace in the hole. The only way to learn more about Jacques was in a fight itself.

necessarily the strongest of the personal disciples, but was already too powerful to be defeated easily. In addition, he had to compete with all the elite contestants from every single peak if he wanted to

instead of being the least afraid, he was immersed in a contradictory state of mind that was both exciting and calm. The thrill

came

fiercer than the group phase. The contest between elites from every peak and the personal disciples was known to be one of the most wonderful and terrible attractions.

Sect, the status of the personal disciples was undoubtedly much higher than anyone else present. However, only a few lucky ones who were chosen by the elders and saints of the

the surface, but in reality, they were always resentful of the personal disciples. 'Personal disciple? So what? Even the normal disciples of our thirty three peaks can also punch your shining teeth through the back of your skull. Doesn't matter that we don't have personal teachers, we are undefeatable!' the other disciples always thought in their mind. Therefore, the vast majority of disciples

tough for even the elites to stay in a fight with them and beat them. In the previous four competitions, three

for the fifth competition, the referee announced,

Vale?

as soon as he heard

day he had gone to the Hell Mountain! However, Zen had taken advantage of the strength of the dragon scales and his strong physical body to hold the pressure, and the Heavenly Ogre Fist had burst upon him under that

Zen had comprehended the Heavenly Ogre Fist at that time, he was no match for Vale at all. It wasn't to be

help Zen out of danger in time, otherwise his fate wasn't