Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 354

"Snap-hiss..."

The sword intent formed countless tiny whirlpools, which rolled round and round in front of Zen. They rotated in different directions and at varying speeds, shredding all the phantom warriors who were drawn into the vortex to pieces.

Although the sword skills used were still basic, they were different from earlier. After being simplified, these sword skills demonstrated the maximum power of the sword intent.

Zen swished his sword aggressively.

The Streamer Sword shuttled among the warriors at the sixth-grade of the nature level. It was so quick that it looked like flying silver light. The simplified sword skills were so mysterious and powerful that the warriors had no defense against them.

However, since the warriors had stepped into the sixth-grade of the nature level, Zen couldn't defeat them as easily as before. He needed to spot their weaknesses and then adjust his swordplay to kill them with one blow.

Even so, it didn't take him long to kill the twenty warriors at the sixth-grade of the nature level.

'I'm far from reaching my limit. But if this continues, the next group of opponents will be more difficult.'

Since there were twenty warriors at the sixth-grade of the nature level this time, Zen assumed that the next enemies would be warriors at the eighth-grade. Zen felt that he couldn't deal with twenty opponents at the eighth-grade of the nature level simultaneously.

Just as the thought crossed Zen's mind, a swirling mist covered the area. In the next instant, Zen saw some dim figures appearing in the white fog.

At the sight of the figures, a wry smile spread on his face. Zen's speculation seemed to have been too conservative. The opponents turned out to be ten warriors at the consummation of the nature level.

Despite the challenge, Zen was unwilling to give up. Zen knew that he would not be hurt in the magic array, and he saw it as a good opportunity to test his strength. Holding the Streamer Sword tightly in his hand, Zen strode toward the ten opponents at the culmination of the nature level. He wielded the sword and moved the basic swordplay to the extreme, the sword intent surging all over him.

Outside the magic array, the outer disciples of Drizzle Peak became restless as they had been waiting for a long time.

The time spent by the disciples who had participated in the test previously varied from person to person—it ranged from a few short breaths to several quarters. But, Zen had been in the magic array for almost an hour.

"Is something wrong with the magic array?"

"No, there isn't. The runes on the magic array are running well, and no rune has been damaged. How can the magic array go wrong so easily?"