Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

At this point, Jacques still had not lost the fight. Under the rules, the fight would be over only when one of the fighters admitted defeat or could not fight again. Otherwise, the competition did not stop. Although he had been thrown out of the field by Zen, it might be because the light curtain of enchanted barrier was not sturdy enough to absorb the impact of the collision and thus, cracked. Unless Jacques admitted himself beaten, he had to continue the battle.

By now, Jacques' emotions were complex and indescribable. It was akin to one skilled Chinese go player being matched up with a chess player, but this chess player also had the skills to play go and ultimately won over the go player using the latter's strategy.

Being defeated in what he considered his jurisdiction was far more frustrating and humiliating for Jacques than any loss he had suffered in the past.

Still, he had to return to the fighting field regardless of his feelings and thoughts. Now, his previous arrogant face was replaced by a serious look when he stepped back on the field. Jacques stared at Zen, knowing he must go all out in the coming battle.

Although he had prepared to fight, there were still doubts in Jacques' mind. He had tested the strength of his white bone armor. Zen slammed into the armor with extreme force. If his body were not tough enough to endure such force, his bones would have broken like the enchanted barrier.

But when Jacques returned to the field, he saw Zen standing calmly, without any visible injury. 'How did he do that?' Jacques wondered. It confused him more. Unlike the jumble of emotions that Jacques was feeling, Zen was very much relaxed. After his opponent's return, he just waved his arms, rubbed his hands to prepare, and with a taunting smile, said, "Another hit?

I'm ready for that!"

The daring words left Jacques speechless, his heart nearly plummeting. He nearly felt blood rise to his throat and come out of his mouth. At the same time, what initially seemed like tiny misgivings now turned into incredulity.

His white bone armor could easily withstand the attack from a high-level spiritual weapon. It was impossible to penetrate this armor unless it was a fairy weapon. But now with Zen standing there without any injury after colliding with his metal covering sent a frisson of fear down his spine.

mean that Zen's body was as tough as that of a high-level spiritual weapon?

case, was he

came out victorious. He attributed this to his tough white bone armor. But now that he was defeated by a person who

Zen's physical strength. Before this competition, no one knew the limits to Zen's physical abilities. He was only injured once, and that was because Tracy, with the power of

their battle, Jacques overestimated the toughness

that of a mid-level spiritual weapon. It was only recently when he entered this level, and then he reached the peak of this spiritual

into his opponent, his tight and powerful shoulder muscles eased some of the

spiritual weapon, he possessed a magical power which other spiritual weapons lacked,

in many successful fights with his hard white bone armor, and this defeat by Zen was his first. Seeing his serious face now, they understood that Jacques would

surprise me, Zen! You really are interesting. It seems I have underestimated your strength. It is unrealistic to vanquish you with pure strength alone,"

an eyebrow. He answered, "Or you can also say

have to admit that yes, I was too naive before." Jacques didn't care for the sarcasm in Zen's words, so he gave him

here to fight me," he said

threat, Jacques began to generate a mass of blood fog in his hands. Compared to the previous blood fog, this one had more strength and intensity. It was almost like the blood left by some wild beast from an ancient savage land with highly unusual blood

of blood gradually dissipated, a bone spear appeared in his hands. The spear shone with a pale green light, and on top of

and stabbed it towards the sky. Instantly, a dragon's roar