Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 143

Zen positioned himself as per the illustration in the Heavenly Ogre Fist book.

Since this was a refinement method for Ogres, it would take human beings a lot of time, energy, and effort to master if they cultivated diligently.

Luckily, Zen was physically stronger than ordinary people. For anyone else, it would be impossible to complete the first step of the Heavenly Ogre Fist during the refinement.

After the force coursed through his body, Zen's eyebrows furrowed a bit, as he didn't feel the demonic life energy inside his body.

Zen wondered why.

Yesterday, only a small amount of demonic life energy had been produced inside Zen's body after his refinement of the Heavenly Ogre Fist. Afterward, the demonic life energy engulfed Zen's Purple Light Fist life energy as though it were a beast. In the end, all the life energy from Zen's Purple Light Fist had turned into demonic life energy.

But as soon as he made the first move of the Heavenly Ogre Fist, which was known as Ogres Shaking the World, the demonic life energy inside his body had been completely consumed...

In general, one's cultivation would be smooth for a period as long as he found the key to the refinement method. Once a level was overcome, it was like a door was opened to the next stage.

Very few men would retrogress in cultivation like Zen.

He had been able to produce and utilize the demonic life energy the previous day, but now he had failed...

Why? Did he forget a move?

After thinking it over for a while, Zen still couldn't figure it out. Since the Heavenly Ogre Fist was a tier five cultivation method, its power would be immense. However, it was so hard to practice this refinement method. It was far more difficult than Zen had expected.

How were his practice methods different from what he had done the previous day? Zen was lost in deep thought.

He had almost died when he confronted Vale on Hell Mountain. In that critical situation, Zen knew that he was fighting a losing battle, but he repeatedly tried to use the Heavenly Ogre Fist, still hoping to survive in spite of the slim chance. After several attempts of this refinement method, a little demonic life energy had finally condensed.

Today, Zen tried to make use of the Heavenly Ogre Fist on Drizzle Peak, where he was safe.

As Zen thought about this, it dawned on him that Heavenly Ogre Fist might only work when one was on the verge of giving up hope.

On the previous day, when he was thrown into absolute adversity, Zen felt himself behaving under an unbelievable state that he could hardly comprehend or describe in words. When faced with such a crisis, he had repeated and thought about each move very slowly.

Now, Zen was in his room, racking his brain to recall what and how he felt the previous day.

Zen paced back and forth in his room. He was so lost in thought that it seemed as though he was enchanted. He had been so consumed with his thoughts that Zen didn't notice that he had spent over half an hour just pacing.

All of a sudden, his eyes gleamed as an idea flashed through his mind. Quickly, he jumped to his feet. As his feet touched the floor, Zen made the first pose for Heavenly Ogre Fist.