Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 436

However, when he saw Zen use his basic swordsmanship, he realized that if he lowered himself to the nature level, he would never be able to defeat Zen. Jacques had to abandon the plan then. Reluctantly, he admitted that Zen might have more talent and potential than him.

"It's not my time to use it yet," Zen said as the demonic phantoms flew around him.

"If you don't use it now, you will not get another chance!" Jacques was onto Zen before he even finished speaking, darting over to him in moments.

His white bone armor had overwhelming defensive power. Even the armor of the fairy weapon was inferior to it. His armor was made out of his own life vitality and did not burden him with weight. It was connected to his mind, so he could control it more smoothly as if it was an extension of his body.

Jacques stood before him, a threatening aura emanating from him, but Zen was in no hurry. Zen controlled his six demonic phantoms mentally and they rushed over to Jacques at the same time.

Bang!

Jacques, covered with the white bone armor, was like a human-shaped chariot that hit the six demonic phantoms.

His white bone armor was tough, but the demonic phantoms were not weak either. At the first hit itself, the demonic phantoms intercepted Jacques.

Jacques took a slow, deep breath and sneered. Several more patches of blood fog exploded, surrounding him. The almost-perfect white bone armor now had some new modifications. Two horns were added to it, leaving it more defensive than ever.

"I didn't expect your summoning to have this kind of strength. Let's see how you resist me this time!" Jacques bolted to Zen once again. He was truly confident about his strength. Without using any complex techniques, he tried to smash Zen, singularly relying on his white bone armor.

He was right to be so self-assured. The white bone armor had been upgraded. When the demonic phantoms bumped against it for a second time, narrow cracks appeared on them, knocking them to pieces and turning them to dust, back into the demonic life vitality.

"So you wanted to block me with that trick? Hah... let's see you try again." Jacques grinned victoriously as he sprinted over to Zen.

However, before he could take even two steps, the six splintered demonic phantoms congealed again and dashed over to him.

"Did you even watch me fight before?" Zen smiled. "My demonic phantoms can't be broken so easily."

Unlike in the ordinary cultivation methods, the demonic phantoms were made out of life vitality. They were avatars that Zen borrowed from the heaven and the earth, but he didn't need to return them if they were broken. They could be congealed repeatedly, taking shape to fight the enemy once again.