Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 41

Under the pressure of four thousand pounds, his speed was already extremely slow. Zen managed to cover the distance by jogging slowly. It took him half an hour to complete the distance to the stone tablet.

If a cultivator at the marrow refining level reached this stone tablet, it would show that he had passed the initial exam. But the end of the road was not in sight yet. Zen didn't know how much the pressure would increase by if he crossed this stone tablet.

After mulling over the situation, Zen decided to try. He stepped over without any hesitation.

Just after, Zen felt a terrible pressure enclose him.

"Bump!"

Zen was pinned to the ground as though someone had placed a mountain on him.

"The pressure is too much!" Zen moaned.

His face, stomach, and limbs were firmly attached to the ground as if they were stuck in viscose. He could not budge an inch.

He tried to lift his head, but Zen's head felt as heavy as tens of thousands of pounds. No matter how hard he tried, Zen could not raise his head again.

Disappointment filled Zen. The first 10-mile road was under a pressure of 1, 000 pounds. The second 10-mile road was under a weight of 2, 000 pounds. The final distance Zen had managed, the third 10-mile road stretch was under a pressure of 4, 000 pounds. If the same math was being followed, this section of the 10-mile road should be under a pressure of 8, 000 pounds. But now Zen felt the force of tens of thousands of pounds. The pressure seemed to have increased tenfold!

'I'm confident that I can overcome this pressure!' Zen tried to motivate himself to continue struggling under the immense pressure.

The pressure gave him a lot of energy. He communicated with the two dragon scales in his body before putting their power into his body. With a roar, Zen mustered all his strength.

"Get up!"

He felt the strength gathering in his body. His muscles bunched and swelled to their limit, giving off a bronzed glow.

With a brutal force, Zen held up his body with his hands.

But he remained close to the ground. Zen realized that he had been unable to get up completely.

"Once more!"

Zen took a deep breath and roared. He gathered all the strength in his body and infused it in his legs. With hands placed on his thighs for support, Zen managed to stand up slowly although in a rather awkward posture.

He got up very slowly, almost inch by inch.

It took him an hour to go from squatting to standing upright.

By this time, he was sweating profusely, and his chest heaved violently with the effort to breathe. The process seemed to have depleted the strength from his whole body.

But he had made it!