Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 125

The disciples from Drizzle Peak had accepted the fact that Zen had been defeated when they saw that he couldn't break free from the rings.

They had known that Zen's failure was inevitable since Jesse was a nature creature.

Despite his defeat, they deemed that Zen was a credit to Drizzle Peak. He had defeated three opponents from Vulture Peak. That he had used a fist each time was even more astounding. Perhaps, this success would never be achieved by any outer disciple of Cloud Sect, now and forever.

Since Zen had tried his best, most disciples from Drizzle Peak thought they could do nothing but accept the truth of Zen's imminent failure.

But when Zen was dragged to the battle ring's boundary, something unexpected happened.

Jesse was holding his head and screaming as though he was in tremendous pain.

"Did he fall ill unexpectedly during the fight?"

"Hahaha. It would be so great if he is gravely ill. But, Jesse is a nature creature with a supernatural body. How is it possible for him to suffer from a serious illness?"

"Both of Zen's hands are fastened by the rings. It is impossible for Zen to do anything to hurt Jesse. How can Jesse be in such pain if he is not ill?"

Jesse's weird response provoked heated discussions among the disciples of Drizzle Peak. None could figure out the mystery!

The inner disciples dressed in black robes, however, had noticed some clues.

Glenn, one of the inner disciples, murmured to others around him, "Look. As I've mentioned before, this guy is exceptionally powerful for someone at the marrow refining level. My guess is that he doesn't merely fight based on his strength. He must have mastered other extraordinary skills."

The inner disciples around Glenn were stunned by his words, and one of them responded, "I haven't noticed this yet. What skills on earth could he have used to make Jesse shriek with such great pain?"

"If my memory serves, Zen has attacked Jesse with his soul," said Glenn with a thoughtful expression.

"Attacked with his soul? Skills like this can be only used by a cultivator with a pretty strong soul. This guy's physical body is astonishingly strong. He has a strong soul too?" The inner disciple beside Glenn was flabbergasted.

Discerning the disciple's doubt, Glenn sighed, patted his shoulder, and said, "In such a big world, all sorts of strange things are possible. When I left my hometown, I was the highest ranked from among the young generation of T County. At that time, I was very proud of myself. I had all the favor, love, and mercy from God. But after I joined Cloud Sect, I have understood why it is said that there is always someone better than you no matter how good you think you are..."

At that moment, Zen focused all his attention on Jesse. Naturally, he didn't hear what Glenn had said.

Jesse had held his head in his hands for quite a long while before he finally resisted the great pain and returned to his senses. His calm expression had turned furious. In his eyes reflected a tinge of fear.

Even at this moment, Jesse still insisted that he and Zen were not of the same caliber.

Before this fight, Jesse had known that Zen had demonstrated very stunning skills. He knew that it was particularly rare for a guy at the marrow refining level to have mastered those skills.

In spite of that, Jesse hadn't feared battling Zen at all. He had great confidence in his abilities. After all, he was a nature creature, who dominated ordinary people.

Thus, Jesse had compared himself to a heavily-armed adult and thought of Zen to be naive.