Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

It wasn't long before Andrew's eyes fell on Zen. When their gaze met, a small smile played on Zen's face. A month ago he beat Grey. Zen thought that Andrew would retaliate immediately. However, Andrew had bid his time quietly. Zen now knew why. Andrew had been waiting for Family Practicing Day. He had planned to choose Zen as his punchbag in the death match so that Andrew could beat him to death without raising anyone's suspicions.

To his surprise, Andrew did not pick Zen. Instead, he selected a sturdy man standing behind Zen.

A frown grew on Zen's face.

The Luo Clan had recently bought this sturdy middle-aged man. Although a condemned prisoner, he did not suffer any serious internal injuries. He looked strong and healthy. Zen guessed that he was at the flesh refining level.

Once Andrew had selected his target, the middle-aged man didn't hesitate. He jumped in to the arena. His eyes flashed with a primeval fierceness. In a death match, there were no escapes. Flinching could mean death for the punchbag. Rather than passively awaiting destruction, it was better to fight with all of one's strength. That was the only way to increase the odds of survival for a punchbag.

There was not much etiquette involved in a fight to the death either.

The middle-aged man made a pre-emptive move in the arena. He rushed toward Andrew with all of his strength. Since he was quite well-built, the middle-aged man ran across the arena like a raging bull. The mysterious rock that made up the floor of the arena burst out with a 'boom' sound.

Andrew chuckled as a purple light condensed in his hand. His fingers clasped into an arch as he waited for his target. When the middle-aged man closed in on Andrew, he dodged and threw the light toward the rushing target. As Andrew stepped aside, the Purple Fist Strength hit the middle-aged man.

"Poof!"

Strength didn't show instantly. However, it was severe enough to stop the middle-aged man suddenly. He couldn't hit Andrew, so he turned around and prepared

bang bang bang bang bang." Six dull bursts of sound came from his body.

reflected on his face. When he opened his mouth to speak, there was only a gurgling

taken Andrew only one punch to kill a sturdy,

into cheers. Even

of all this noise, no one noticed the handful of Luo children

with all kinds of powerful pills since his childhood. They knew that was his

Pill. Since Perrin had taken the first, this was the only remaining pill. And now, it

bitter smile emerged on his face. His uncles had done the unthinkable. No one had dared to take these two Magical Pills in the Luo Clan for hundreds of years. After taking control of the family, his uncles had shared the

the pill, his fury came from his heart. But now, Zen felt calm at the revelation that Andrew had taken the last Magical Pill.

was said to be powerful and effective. And the Luo Clan only had two of these pills.

didn't feel as though he were at a disadvantage. While the Magical Pill had its effects, Zen's refinement process ensured that he could continue to clean his body. In result, the Magical Pill was not significant to Zen anymore. That didn't stop Zen from feeling disappointment at his uncles'

"The winner of the first death match is Master

flexed his wrist and shouted toward Grey who was standing on the high platform, "I am still warming up. I want to challenge one

Andrew would avenge him had finally arrived. He grinned and replied, "Master Andrew, you can