Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 37

He knew from his earlier encounter that these men wouldn't give up easily.

Straining his muscles to prepare against any potential attacks, Zen kept heading towards the next stone tablet. As he drew closer to the four men, a young man dressed as a scholar approached him, putting up his hand for Zen to stop. "Guy, you don't need to continue. Your initial exam is completed."

The scholar's words were no-nonsense, but Zen was surprised when they didn't attack him directly. Assessing the situation, Zen decided to pretend to know nothing about their purpose and asked, "Why is my exam over? Who asked you to stop me here?"

Chuckling, the scholar said, "I don't see any reason to answer your questions. All you need to know is that this is the end of the initial exam for you. You shouldn't get your hopes up. The Cloud Sect is not a place for people like you."

Usually, facing four marrow refining level adversaries, one should be scared. Even people at the top of organ refining level couldn't compare to rivals who had reached the marrow refining level. Therefore, the four men considered Zen an easy target.

Not hearing any answers, Zen was trying to think of how he could escape the four men. But his expression and stance didn't give that away. Instead, he continued to pretend not to understand what the scholar meant, his face gloomy and he murmured, "But, I haven't passed my initial exam, yet. What should I do about that?"

"That's your problem!" declared the scholar as the four men glared mockingly at Zen. The four of them exchanged glances, thinking, 'The boy is foolish if he still thinks he will pass the initial exam! Is he dreaming?'

While the men were busy glancing at each other, Zen stared up into the sky behind them and cried outman, look, here's an examiner coming now, on a flying chariot!"

Since the examiners at the Cloud Sect deterred most of the disciples from breaking the rules, Zen knew the four men would be afraid to attack him in front of the examiners. So, when Zen shouted happily, they automatically turned to see the chariot.

Simultaneously, Zen rushed forward.

Summoning every bit of his energy, he shot forward, like an arrow released from a bow. Almost instantly, he passed his attackers, rushing at the stone tablet in sight.

The four men looked back at an empty sky. There was no flying chariot or any examiners. They whipped their heads back, only to find Zen was no longer standing there.

Realizing Zen's trickery, the faces of the four men contorted angrily, and they chased after Zen, shouting abusively.

"Sneaky simpleton!"

"Do you really think you can outrun us?"

"Cut his legs when we catch him! Without legs, he won't escape!"

With the evil expletives coming from behind, Zen smiled faintly and then turned a deaf ear. He drove his whole body to the limit and pushed himself forward madly.

Only about one mile stood between Zen and the stone. He was sprinting into the stone tablet. With the top speed, he would just need to take a few breaths.

Even though Zen was fast, the men chasing him weren't slow. Especially the scholar, whose body had a blue light shining and feet moving like thunder. What kind of skill was the scholar refining? His speed was far faster than Zen's, and the scholar was running close to Zen quickly.

"Hmm, simple man. You are barely at the organ refining level. How dare you try to trick us? In the face of absolute strength, your plot is nothing! Taste my Toxic Smoky Palm! And go to hell!" The scholar criticized, lunging at Zen's back. A green light flashed from his hands, as he reached out and smacked Zen firmly on the back.