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Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 290

"Wurth!" Zen called from a distance.

"Zen, what are you doing here?" Wurth asked, wiping the sweat from his face. He didn't know why Zen decided to suddenly visit the Kite Skydeck.

Although Zen had just joined the Drizzle Peak a few months ago, he had already upgraded from marrow refining level to nature level. He became more powerful than any of those outer disciples from Drizzle Peak, and with this, he could be an inner disciple soon.

With Zen's current level in the Drizzle Peak, it wasn't necessary for him to go to Kite Skydeck for cultivation.

The other outer disciples of Drizzle Peak immediately cast their eyes to Zen when they heard Wurth call his name.

Zen had become famous in Drizzle Peak with the improvement of his cultivation and his name would make heads turn.

The outer disciple named Wyatt was distracted upon hearing the name Zen and his eyes suddenly went ablaze.

Wyatt was a gifted and persistent practitioner. But because he had been born in an ordinary family, he had gone through trials and tribulations in the cultivation process in Cloud Sect. Being discriminated because of his family roots, he always wanted to prove himself by defeating others.

But he had no interest in challenging a practitioner like Wurth.

The person he wanted to challenge the most was Zen, and defeating him was the only significant victory for Wyatt.

Unfortunately, it was impossible for him to defeat Zen now. He had just reached the half-step into the nature level, while Zen was already a nature creature.

Wyatt had been cultivating on Kite Skydeck for a long time, so he thought that Zen would be no match for him if he challenged the latter to a climbing competition

When Zen was talking to Wurth, Wyatt came up to him in a suit weighing a thousand pounds. Then he gestured at Zen for a challenge before turning around and rushing to the cliff wall.

Wyatt gave his all and climbed like a monkey. Swiftly, he ascended from the ground. After a short time, he had ascended from 10 meters to 47 meters.

Wyatt didn't look down and continued to ascend without slipping.

Reaching 47 meters was his best record by far.

After reaching that height, he carefully slid down from the cliff, looking down at Zen with defiant eyes. As soon as he reached the ground, he came over to Zen and asked, "Do you want to try your luck? Look! There's a handprint on the wall of the cliff. It's said that the handprint was left by the most powerful inner disciple of our Drizzle Peak."

Wyatt knew that Zen had just upgraded from a half-step into the nature level practitioner to a nature creature.

Furthermore, the biggest difference between a nature creature and a half-step into the nature level practitioner was the life energy, not the corporeal body.

So Wyatt thought that Zen could neither surpass the height of the handprint left by that inner disciple nor reach the height that he just climbed.

Climbing the cliff didn't only require strength, but also the flexibility of one's body. The timing was also another significant factor. Since Zen hadn't tried this for once, he would have a hard time on this challenge.

Looking at Wyatt's arrogant face, Wurth couldn't help but feel disgusted. He knew that Wyatt only wanted Zen to look stupid in front of all the other disciples. Although Zen had made great progress in his cultivation, Wurth was worried that Zen would fail because it was his first time to climb a cliff. To save his friend from the embarrassment, he pulled Zen and said, "Zen, leave him alone. Let's have tea in the pavilion over there and catch up!"

Zen didn't want to waste time on such a trivial challenge, so he agreed with Wurth. But just as he was about to leave for the Pavilion, Wyatt suddenly said, "Hey, where are you going? You're not threatened by me, are you? How can a coward like you be called the best outer disciple in Drizzle Peak?"

Zen wasn't aware that he gained such title, but even so, he didn't care much for any titles or prestige at all.

Surprised by Wyatt's remark, Zen turned around and shrugged. "I'm not scared. I'm not just up for this childish stuff. But if you insist, then I guess there's no harm in trying. I don't get enough free time, so I guess it's a good chance to relax," he said.

"Zen, I don't think that's a good idea," Wurth tried to stop him. He had climbed this cliff before, so he knew that even though it looked easy, the cliff's surface was smooth and there was nothing to step or hold on to. One would need extra effort and familiarity of the cliff to successfully climb it. However, since Zen hadn't climbed it before, he would be at a disadvantage.

Zen waved his hand to cut Wurth off. "Wurth, don't worry about me. I have nothing to lose if I fail. I don't care about any title or prestige of being the best disciple. I would even gladly give it to someone who wants it," he said and chuckled lightly.

Hearing that, Wurth was certain that Zen had already made up his mind and there was nothing he could do to stop him. 'I don't know about this, but Zen might have a chance of winning, ' Wurth thought to himself.

Zen had always succeeded at any obstacles he faced. He would always overcome a difficult situation even when nobody thought he could succeed.

Wurth laughed and said, "You're right, there's nothing to lose if you try. It's not important how high you can reach." He made sure to say that out loud that the rest of the disciples could hear it. This way, Zen wouldn't be ashamed even if he could not successfully climb the cliff.

"This suit weighs a thousand pounds. But you can also try some lesser weight grade. We have the suits of a hundred pounds, five hundred pounds, and eight hundred pounds. Which one do you prefer?" Wyatt asked sarcastically as he took off his heavy load suit and lifted it in his hand.

Although he had given Zen some options, he stressed that he wore the heaviest suit so that Zen would feel the pressure. It would look fair if Zen would choose the same weight grade as his.

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