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

was the first time such a thought had crossed Kincaid's

ridiculous. Instead, he became very excited.

not yet awakened, and being trapped in the Treacherous

this 'prison', but this

able to wake him up, but at least he could bring him out

muttered, feeling a glimmer of hope well within him.

human beings. This kind of contempt was the attitude that the creatures of a high-grade world would have towards a low-grade world, similar to how people

did attract the attention of Kincaid before, he only

Kincaid realized that he

world directly. He could only infer and make

thought made his heart beat faster as hope surged within him, like water gushing out from a dried out

hopes up, the basic

three seconds, the basic rules

in this space, even if the irregular heavy sword did not attack them, they would still be killed by this rapidly changing

the irregular heavy sword was Zen who had

Zen could instantly

methods and Zen's methods could evenly balance each other

a full five

their spots, unmoving. It had become a silent battle.

the irregular heavy sword was still unable to

had run out

sword emitted rays of green light, this infinite space was filled with the

abundant life energy gathered within these balls. Then,

emitted a powerful aura the second they

no emotion in their eyes, but they were all fixated on Zen. Awaiting orders, they seemed restless,

on winning by relying on the advantage

with a

incarnations of himself constantly formed in

primitive land.

One, two, three...

his incarnations stood beside Zen, and the number was still increasing with each second

what Zen used was not the power of the ancestry-level bloodline, but the power of

soared, the monsters surged forward to attack Zen.