Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

In fact, in the depths of his heart, Vale was a bit scared about how fast Zen was improving. His martial arts skills grew by leaps and bounds.

'It only took 6 months for Zen to have the strength to fight against me. If he had three years to practice, it would be impossible for me to catch up with him!' Vale's mind was racing wildly.

This time, Vale had to pull all his trump cards, techniques and weapons in order to defeat Zen calmly and easily, striking a blow to his confidence and crushing him.

Martial arts depended upon the will to improve. But when a warrior was defeated, his will could be diminished. If the blow was too much to bear, then his will could be shattered. He would be haunted by this, and unable to improve anymore.

In Vale's view, Zen's strength played a major role in helping him overcome all the obstacles, and walking to the current stage of All Peaks Competition. However, no matter how powerful Zen was, his top ability was only at the second grade of nature level. His main advantage was that creepy purple-black life vitality!

As long as he came up with a solution to deal with that, he'd have Zen on the ropes.

Zen, who only had the power of nature level, was nothing more than a clown. So, he figured he had plenty of time to play with Zen in the ring.

"Tricks?" Zen didn't answer his question but repeated his word. Meanwhile, a faint smile made its way across his face.

However, he didn't plan to use these on Vale. While Vale was indeed powerful, he was not the most powerful. If he were to win the

show his cards simply because Vale taunted him. Only the

can you do to me, if I don't have any

approach is really good. We had only one fight at Hell Mountain. Yet, he managed to remember what happened there and

the nature level. To Vale, whose

it is, human beings don't care if

was able to figure out my special ability and come up with a way to

can cope with my demonic life vitality, what can he do to me?' So many thoughts had come

comparable to the strength of a medium grade spiritual weapon, Vale could do nothing to him. Though the red lotus fire was quite lethal, and though it could bring real harm to Zen and even defeat him under the condition of the burning of life vitality, his demonic

Zen firmly on the ground but not harm

think you're invincible? I'll show you the difference between your power and mine," Vale said with a slight smile, drawing a sword from his sleeve.

3.6 feet in length. The long, narrow

its thinness. Yet, due to the extreme thinness, it could be easily snapped. Gradually, the Gentleman Sword lost its popularity, and now everyone in the Eastern Region only regarded it as a useless decoration, fit more for a