Apotheosis

The outer disciples of Drizzle Peak were crestfallen. After three humiliating defeats, Wurth had finally earned them a victory. However, that had been short-lived.

When the short man that defeated Wurth challenged the remaining disciples from Drizzle Peak, none accepted. It was indeed sad that from all the disciples at Drizzle Peak, none were suitable for the challenge.

When Zen said he was going to fight, his voice was not loud. But it was penetrating so that all the people could hear him.

"What? Zen wants to fight with them on behalf of Drizzle Peak?"

"No, he can't. He did beat Leo, but Leo was only ranked 30th from among Drizzle Peak's outer disciples. What makes Zen think that he's qualified to fight disciples from Vulture Peak?"

"God, We are done for. We are about to lose this challenge. I will not get the elixir next month. How will I cultivate then?"

The outer disciples of Drizzle Peak bemoaned their situation.

The short man in the battle ring stared at Zen. When he heard the comments from the crowd, the jeering expression on his face intensified. "You? A guy at the marrow refining level? Haha... Well, I'll take on your challenge. But don't expect me to show any mercy!"

Challenges between peaks were common. To ensure that each peak had a fair chance to win, usually the top 30 ranked outer disciples, namely each peak's most elite students, were selected to fight.

It was rare to see a disciple within the top 30 ranks who was not even half-step into the nature level!

Now a guy at the marrow refining level was going to represent Drizzle Peak against them, which undoubtedly surprised the disciples from Vulture Peak.

"Hey, D

nto the nature level!"

No sooner had the short man said this than his figure disappeared from the spot and sprang at Zen, like a gust of wind.

"Boom!"

Zen took a step forward just as his opponent was halfway through the sprint, and his fist hit the short man in the face with great precision.

At this point, the seven dragon scales in Zen's mind were radiating green light, and a tremendous amount of power was transferred to Zen. Combined with Zen's strength, it converged at his fist. His punch carried a terrifying amount of power!

The short man was shot back more than a hundred feet. His body collided with the battle ring's sidewall with such force that half the bricks exploded and fell over him. Everyone present was uncertain of whether he survived the blow.

"I also want to know what the difference is between the marrow refining level and half-step into the nature level... And I'm not really interested in knowing your name... " Zen stated while flexing his wrist with a deadpan expression.

As these words were spoken, a deathly silence hung in the ring and its surrounding areas.