Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 444

Apparently, more than one person wanted to know the result. And Master Wen was the most anxious.

Except for the disciples who had fainted, all other onlookers stared intently at the fighting court.

As the demonic life vitality cleared slowly, a thin figure was seen standing in the arena. He didn't appear to be athletic, but he was full of strength. He was not tall, but people looked up to him.

"Zen!" Master Wen could not help exclaiming in excitement. At this moment, his eyes were full of tears, and he almost cried.

A fierce discussion began among the disciples. "Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Who can tell me what happened just now? Why is Zen standing there while Jacques is lying on the ground?" one disciple asked with disbelief.

"Are you asking me? I don't know either. I actually don't understand this fight at all!" another disciple answered.

"It was obviously Jacques who was attacking Zen. After all, his attack method used the roar of a dragon. But why is Zen standing while Jacques seems to be hurt? This makes no sense!" a third disciple exclaimed with an astonished look.

The result of the fight was beyond the expectation of the audience. They could not understand what had happened.

Zen shook his head. The Streamer Sword in his hand trembled when he took a deep breath. His eyes became brighter than before as his soul had upgraded once again.

Facing Jacques' attack method, Multiple Stabs of the Dragon Bone Spear, Zen could bear it with his Streamer Sword. But he felt it difficult to stand the power of the flood dragon attached to it. Even though Zen had tried his best, he was unsure of Jacques' defeat as the power of the flood dragon was so strong.

However, when Zen started fighting with his Streamer Sword, the cyan dragon in his mind also joined in. The cyan dragon roared and controlled the power of the flood dragon in a second. When Jacques heard the cyan dragon's roar, he was stunned.

This reaction gave Zen enough time to summon the black fire inside his body. In the blink of an eye, the black fire consumed Jacques' flood dragon bone spear.

Zen didn't expect the result of the melting process. Previously, the black fire would melt a weapon and extract heavenly essence. However, when the black fire melted the flood dragon bone spear, some drops of blood were extracted. These blood drops were different from a person's blood. Regular blood was liquid in form and would splash when it fell on the ground. But these blood drops bounced against the ground like a ball...

In the end, the black fire transported the drops of blood into Zen's mind and gave them to the cyan dragon. Of course, the cyan dragon swallowed them.

At the same time, two rays of shining light appeared from the mysterious melting furnace. One of them went into Zen's head, and the other flew into Jacques' head.

The shining light contained mysterious strength, and it could speed up the recovery of an injured soul. Even if someone's soul had been severely hurt, the shining light could help the soul become as healthy as it was. This was exactly what had happened when Zen opened the mysterious melting furnace for the first time. The refinement process repeatedly destroyed Zen's soul, but the shining light helped it recover every single time.

The cyan dragon roared with such a great force a moment ago that Jacques' soul had probably been irreversibly damaged. If the shining light had not been used to treat Jacques, he would probably become an airhead.

The seven-colored shining light not only healed Jacques' soul, but it also strengthened it. Zen was certain about this.

As Zen had sacrificed Jacques' flood dragon bone spear to the cyan dragon, he felt it was his responsibility to give something in return. Hence, his action was like a secret trade. Considering that the seven-colored shining light healed and strengthened Jacques' soul, it was probably equal to if not more valuable than the spear. From this perspective, Jacques did not suffer a loss at all. The only debatable point was whether or not Jacques would have agreed to swap his precious weapon for the service of the seven-colored shining light.

With the Streamer Sword in hand, Zen waved to the audience to show that the fight had ended.

The referee had woken up by now. He swallowed a pill to nourish his soul. Even though he had been injured and didn't have any strength, he struggled to announce expressionlessly, "Zen Luo from the Drizzle Peak won. And the personal disciple, Jacques Wang has been defeated!"

Just as Zen was leaving the arena, Kenneth and Elder Xu appeared in front of him.

"Sirs," Zen cupped his hands and bowed to them. What goes around, comes around. Zen had known that it would be impossible for him to leave without permission since such an unusual thing had happened to him.