Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 347

'This is definitely not basic swordsmanship! Or this is a kind of basic swordsmanship that has never existed before!' Zen thought furiously. He was so shocked that he could only ascertain a vague idea of how the swordsmanship worked. He knew it was a great opportunity for him to study how unique it was. He needed to make every second count here to observe it closely.

At the moment, the steward of the Seven Star Sword Light Platform left the scene in a hurry to register a new group of disciples and then rushed back. He had to get back to Zen.

Initially, he thought it would not pose a problem with Zen practicing on the platform if no other disciple chose the eighth difficulty level. However, a few of the inner disciples had chosen the same difficulty level just now, and two of them were from the noble clans. So, the steward had no choice left but to bring it to Zen's attention.

If he left Zen on the platform and started the magic array without informing him, Zen, who was still sitting on the ground, was likely to get injured by the Magnetic Aurora flying from any direction. That wasn't what he wanted to see, so he had to alert Zen about it.

After stepping on the platform, the steward walked straight to Zen, but suddenly, when he was just about five meters away from Zen, he saw several sharp variations of energy flying in front of him as if threatening him.

Poof! The sharp bursts of power suddenly flew at the steward.

Fortunately, the steward had reached the nature level and reacted quickly, without hesitation. He moved a few steps back on instinct, but the clothes on his chest were slashed by the powerful strikes.

"It's the sword intent of protection..." the steward murmured, an unpleasant look taking over his face. The attack was undeserved.

Zachary too was astounded by what he just saw. He didn't realize that there was a sword intent of protection guarding Zen while he was in the state of epiphany. "Impossible! How could he get the sword intent of protection in such a short time? He only just started to use the sword, didn't he?" Zachary thought out loud.

"Only just started using the sword? What do you mean?" the steward turned to Zachary, asking him in reply. He didn't dare go up to Zen and shake him out his epiphany now, knowing he was guarded by the sword intent of protection. Standing rooted to the spot, the steward watched Zen from afar.

Zachary pointed at Zen casually and explained, "It seems that Zen is a novice with the sword! He used basic swordsmanship alone to resist the attack of one hundred Magnetic Aurora waves!"

"Basic swordsmanship?" the steward repeated the words in astonishment. He couldn't believe his ears. As the steward of the Seven Star Sword Light Platform, he was a swordsman himself. He knew what basic swordsmanship entailed, and he also knew it was the knowledge granted to practitioners of swordsmanship even before they were six or seven years old.

Zachary's words resounded in the steward's ears as he mulled over them. There was no doubt that Zen was a rookie when it came to the sword, if he truly used basic swordsmanship to defend himself from the Magnetic Aurora. But how could he get the sword intent of protection with the mere practice of basic swordsmanship? Was Zen truly that talented? It felt quite unfair to the other swordsmen in the arena.

Soon, he heard noise coming from the bridge. A few of the disciples walked toward them, and one of them let out a shout as soon as he saw the steward. "Steward Song, don't keep me waiting for too long!"

These were the disciples wanting to start the magic array.

"Alas, I have no choice but to begin the magic array even though Zen can't wake up in time," the steward whispered to himself anxiously, assuming that the Magnetic Aurora wouldn't hurt Zen because of the sword intent of protection.

The disciples were dressed in black robes. When they saw the man sitting on the platform in contemplation, their faces twisted into confusion. "Hey? Why is he sitting and meditating here?"

"He just had an epiphany," Zachary told them patiently. "So, he needs to sit and meditate here for a while."

"Epiphany! Hahaha..." someone said, chuckling dismissively. The expressions on their faces were envious. "The epiphany is none of our business!" one of the disciples retorted. "He's delaying our practice!"