Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 119

A large person is supposed to move awkwardly and react slowly as compared to leaner people.

But Wurth was an exception.

Wurth, though exceptionally fat, moved dexterously and lightly in the battle ring to dodge Tan's signature martial art, the Sacred Wood Thrust.

Wurth was able to steer clear of each fatal blow.

Tan's violent and intensive session proved depressingly futile.

Wurth, seeing that Tan had exhausted his tricks, approached his rival with sarcastic remarks, "It seems to me that you are not that powerful."

Upon hearing what Wurth said, Sean explained to Zen, "Tan's signature martial art with Sacred Wood Thrust resulted in three successive defeats for Drizzle Peak. However, Wurth seems to be a smart opponent."

Zen nodded in approval.

Tan's assault revealed that his strength was like Randall's, however, the latter was superior to the former in terms of martial skills.

Tan's attacks did pay off to some degree.

But having only one signature, excellent way of attacking would leave some part of the refiner vulnerable.

A signature move, once being seen through by a rival, would put a person in a disadvantageous position.

Tan's skill that had earned him three previous victories was vulnerable to some counter-blow.

At that moment, Zen noticed a yellow halo beneath Wurth's feet and then realized it was Wurth's countermeasure.

If Zen were in Wurth's place, the former would crumble the Sacred Wood Thrust through his mighty feet.

However, Wurth decided to defend from Tan's fatal blows in an ingenious manner. He concentrated his life energy on his feet to sense his rival's direction.

Since his strategy was not yielding results, Tan became increasingly frustrated. As time wore on, his aggression and arrogance diminished as well.

Tan was ultimately angered to display his ultimate martial prowess.

An instant later, a dozen brown eddies of life energy began taking shape. They produced sacred wood thrusts that were aimed at Wurth.

"Whizzing....."

Such violent assaults were supposed to be insurmountable.

But Wurth was dodging them dexterously like a butterfly, though he was rather fat.

"They are useless and futile because I have seen through your tricks," Wurth grinned amid the heat of the fight.

Leveraging his momentum, Wurth confronted his rival face-to-face and gave his rival a stunning blow.

That blow proved overwhelmingly strong.

Tan was flung out of the battle ring.

The outer disciples at Drizzle Peak marveled at Wurth's victory and were gleeful about Tan's failure.

"Wurth, well done!"

"Wurth gave Tan a phenomenal blow!"

Since the disciples were thrilled with Wurth's success, their gleeful uproar could be heard all over Drizzle Peak.

There were twenty disciples that came from Vulture Peak standing outside the battle ring, the head of which ordered others to send Tan for treatment.

They were surprised to see that Tan had been severely wounded and that his gown was marked with footprints.

The outer disciples at Drizzle Peak must have added their blows after Wurth flung Tan out of the ring.

Feeling invincible, Wurth said to the other disciples of Vulture Peak, "So, who's the next?"

A light voice rang from the crowd. It came from a short man who braved the challenge. He said harshly, "I thought that Tan could only beat two of you at most, but surprisingly he has won three battles and made it to the forth one. Drizzle Peak has been proved worse than I have imagined."

Wurth frowned and asked the short man to introduce himself by sharing his name and rank.

But the short man refused to answer him directly. "Learn my name after you beat me!"