Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

When the black heavy armor came at him again wielding the heavy sword, Zen's initially sluggish body suddenly was able to move nimbly.

As he bended down slightly, the irregular heavy sword swept past his shoulder, missing him by an inch.

He took this as an opportunity to get close to the black armor. Raising his hand, he cried out, "Destructive power, three blows!"

In the blood red sky of the primitive land, nine kinds of power of the destruction quadrant began to merge with each other, turning into three kinds of power.

The three kinds of power gathered in Zen's palm and he slapped the chest plate of the black armor, leaving a clear palm print.

Bang, bang, bang!

The palm print then exploded three times in a row.

The noise from the explosions was not too loud, and the power contained in the slaps wasn't formidable.

But its destructive power was limited to the palm print on the black armor's chest, meaning all the force was concentrated solely on that one spot alone.

Crack, crack, crack!

The black armor began to crack. On the third crack, the right side of the armor exploded to reveal the body of Treacherous Being!

The irregular heavy sword obviously hadn't expected that Zen would be able to launch a counterattack so smoothly. The heavy sword changed the rules again, making everything in the space become light, and it simultaneously stabbed at Zen's head with great momentum.

However, the moment the heavy sword changed the rules, Zen was able to adapt instantly. Gently twisting his body like a lithe snake, he narrowly avoided the thrust of the sword blade. In one swift motion, Zen reached out and pressed his palm against the blade of the irregular heavy sword.

As soon as Zen touched it, his palm print was accurately imprinted on the blade.

Bang, bang, bang!

Another three muffled sounds rang out.

The surface of the irregular heavy sword, which had been restored to its original shape previously, began to crack once more.

"Wait, what..."

Even though Kincaid was bound inside the Treacherous Being body, he could still feel the pain of the irregular heavy sword.

Even when facing the Death Sword, not only was Zen able to adapt to its rules quickly, but he was even able to severely damage the sword!

really had a chance at winning!

the first time such a thought had crossed Kincaid's mind.

ridiculous. Instead, he became very

not yet awakened, and being trapped in the Treacherous Being body was not

he always wanted to break free from this 'prison', but this wish had never

wouldn't be able to wake him up, but at least he

extraordinary human being..." Kincaid muttered, feeling a glimmer of

creatures of a

he only viewed him

realized that he

yet, so he couldn't observe the outside world directly. He could only infer and

was probably beyond his imagination. This thought made his heart beat faster as hope surged within him,

up, the basic

seconds, the basic

warrior was in this space, even if the irregular heavy sword did not attack

one facing the irregular heavy sword was Zen who

basic rules were revised, Zen could instantly unleash the blood power to

methods and Zen's methods could evenly balance

battle lasted for a full five minutes.

their spots, unmoving. It

the end, the irregular heavy sword was

out of

the sword emitted rays of green light, this infinite space was filled with the life energy, as though life pulsated everywhere

the abundant life energy gathered within these

powerful aura the second they were born.

emotion in their eyes, but they were all fixated on Zen. Awaiting orders,

on winning by

taunted with

thought for a moment. Many incarnations of himself constantly formed

the primitive land. Rushing out of the dome, these

One, two, three...

matter of seconds, hundreds of his incarnations stood beside Zen, and the number was still increasing with each second that

not the power of the ancestry-level bloodline, but the power of the primitive land!

clones had soared, the monsters