Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 278

It was much easier for Zen to deal with the remaining blue Murlocs once he had mastered the trick of raising his speed through vibrations.

After shuttling a few more times, he killed the remaining five of them.

As the flying knife glided back into his hands, Zen continued to swim in the lake quietly. He looked down into its depth contemplatively. Without wasting another breath, Zen dived in.

He seemed to have forgotten that his reserve time was almost up.

"He killed each of the six blue Murlocs..." the steward mumbled grimly, seated on the stone bench next to the shores of the Lake of the Magical Fish. His face had turned dull in the state of shock.

On the other hand, Roger was mostly calm when he saw what happened.

He had gone for training once he returned from the south. Now that he was confident that he had greatly improved in his skills and strength, he came to the Lake of the Magical Fish for further practice.

When fully prepped, he could only dive in about seventy meters deep into the water. He knew there were many more blue Murlocs in the lakebed. He couldn't fight so many of them at once.

However, Zen, on his first go itself, dived deeper than even Roger could. He even killed six blue Murlocs! Roger didn't know what to make of Zen. The only word he could think of to describe him was 'extraordinary'.

There was no feeling of frustration in Roger's heart, even though Zen had clearly rattled quite a few of the others. He was good friends with Zen, and the latter had come to owe him a favor back when they were in the south.

Looking at the speed of his cultivation, Roger was sure his friend would become a man of great power. He thought of what Zen had promised him in the south, and figured that he would come to the Meng family's aid in the future.

The better Zen performed, the higher Roger's expectations would be with regard to him.

Just then, a group of people walked up to the slate.

There were about seven or eight of them, all dressed in jet-black robes, indicating that they were inner disciples.

Truth be told, almost all disciples who came to the Lake of the Magical Fish were inner disciples, most born and brought up in the noble clans.

Outer disciples were not powerful enough to dive down the lake at all, and there were only a few inner ones who could afford the points to practice in the Lake of the Magical Fish.

"Cao, is there anybody in the Lake of the Magical Fish currently?" asked one of the disciples from a distance.

The steward's last name was Cao, so everyone referred to him as that.

As soon as he saw the inner disciple, steward Cao got up and greeted them with a smile. "Hello, Bob. There is still a disciple in the Lake of the Magical Fish. He has it reserved for two hours. He should come out anytime soon."

Bob Pei? Roger, who sat on the bench next to where they stood, frowned as he heard the name.