While they were talking, eighteen warriors came into the arena to compete. But in this round, there was
no disciple from the Drizzle Peak.
Suddenly, all the spectators started cheering loudly as they saw a person step into the arena.
The man they were encouraging was clad in a white robe. It was not the kind of white robe the outer
disciples usually wore. It was made of silk and the man had a noble aura, carrying a Cyan-blade Sword
on his back.
"It's Rocher from the Skytop Peak!" People were surprised to see him so early. With his powers, they
had expected him to show up much later in the competition.
"No matter how strong Rocher is, he is not a personal disciple. He still needs to start from the earlier
stages of competition."
"Just keep watching. We'll benefit from watching the fight between those strong contestants. It's also a
good way to improve ourselves as we can learn a lot about martial art skills from them."
The appearance of Rocher Hua had given rise to much discussion.
"Rocher..." Zen shook his head. He knew nothing about this man. It looked like this man was very
famous in the Cloud Sect. But whatever his fame or popularity, Zen had never heard of him. He was
thinking that if he didn't know about this man, it would imply that he was ignorant.
When it came to the master hands in the Skytop Peak, Zen only knew Lenard Zhu. The real strength of
the Skytop Peak could never be underestimated. Lenard was not the top disciple of the Skytop Peak,
but he had the kind of strength which had enabled him to confront a demon general. Rocher Hua, on
the other hand, whilst standing in the arena, had a commanding manner in his every movement, which
put Zen on high alert.
However, there was no visible reaction on Zen's face, seeing which, Master Wen explained to him,
"Rocher is from a humble origin. But he has special talents, which have rarely been seen for the past
five centuries or so. He has reached the consummation of nature level at the age of eighteen.
Furthermore, he grasps the sword intent more deeply than anyone else, and once, successfully broke a
record which had been set by a master from the Illuminating Soul Realm. If you encounter him in the
arena, you'd better give up."
As Yehudi had been defeated rather badly, Master Wen was greatly discouraged. From his point of
view, all his hopes were pinned on Zen but the chances of winning the competition were extremely thin.
Rocher was a swordsman of the finest degree. Anyone who came to fight with him risked losing their
lives as they were sure to be as easily killed by his sword as a chicken. The greater threat was that
they couldn't resist and death would find them swiftly. No superficial injuries, or minor wounds; just a
single, deathly blow and Rocher was done with you.
"I see, Master Wen." Despite saying so, Zen smiled. He knew that Master Wen was saying this with the
good intention of protecting him from losing his life. But the good old master didn't know what was on
Zen's mind.
A large number of powerful masters had gathered in the All Peaks Competition. Some of them were so
powerful that Zen wasn't one hundred percent sure that he could beat them. However, since he had
participated in the competition, he would do his best to move forward and would not stop until his last
breath.
So when he saw Rocher's real strength, his heart trembled strongly. But not out of fear, no! It was the
tremble of excitement that he could hardly control.
In the face of deafening cheers from the crowd, Rocher stood in the center of the arena.
His opponent was Damion Zhuge from the Skywrath Peak, another contestant at consummation of
nature level.
Compared to Fren, Damion was a mild and calm person. Powerful as he was, he was not as famous as
Fren.
So while facing his opponent Rocher, he acted very cautiously. He took out his sword and coldly asked
his opponent, "Rocher, come on! Show me your sword!"
Rocher shook his head and smiled lightly, having no intention to take out his sword. "Huh! Show my
sword to You? I don't need a sword to fight you."
Rocher was going to fight this man with his bare hands!
Damion gnashed his teeth. As a member of the Zhuge Clan, and a top disciple of the Skywrath Peak,
he hadn't expected that Rocher would be so arrogant and confident that he would beat him without a
sword.
"You don't want to use a sword? Then I will make you use one!" As soon as he finished his words,
Damion lifted his sword and rushed towards Rocher.
"Triple Swords of Absolute Annihilation!"
The sword techniques that Damion had practiced could emanate prodigious power. Moreover, he knew
that his opponent was not easy to deal with. So he employed his strongest skill first. There were only
three movements in the Triple Swords of Absolute Annihilation, but its power became stronger with the
advance of its movements.
Facing Damion's unique skill, Rocher suddenly moved. His technique was unfathomable. It looked as if
he was standing there motionlessly, but in reality, he was actually rushing straight towards Damion. At
the very moment he reached Damion, he suddenly stretched out two fingers towards him and
pressed them on the handle of Damion's sword.
A clinking sound was heard, loud and clear even over the hubbub and cheers of the crowd.
The ferocity and speed of this attack was such that Damion didn't even realize what had happened.
Rocher had used only two of his fingers to gently tap on the handle of Damion's sword, and then it had
dropped on the ground.
Within a second of this move, Rocher's fingers immediately pointed themselves at Damion's forehead.
Damion stood still when he realized what was going on. Given that Rocher was able to shoot his sword
down with the intent of just two of his fingers, Damion had no doubt that the same two fingers could as
easily blow up his head.
"I... I surrender..."
The gap between their real strength was too immense. And it was useless for Damion to continue the
fight. So he surrendered without hesitation.
Rocher turned around and left without even taking a look at Damion.
The judge who was monitoring the round was also stupefied. It was not until Rocher had stepped out of
the arena that he remembered that he had to announce the result. "Rocher won and Damion lost."
The crowds cheered with loud applause.
While his excellence compared to all the other disciples of the Cloud Sect was yet to be decided, one
thing was for sure; Rocher was undoubtedly the most popular disciple in the Cloud Sect.
The popularity was largely attributed to his humble origins. From an anonymous boy to a powerful man
who reached such a high level that he had broken the record set by a master of the Illuminating Soul
Realm, his story was legend everywhere and contributed to his fame deeply.
The competition continued in the arena.
The group fights were supposed to eliminate three-fourths of the disciples. Every disciple had to fight at
least two or three rounds. This was a long and tiring process.
Later, another three disciples of the Drizzle Peak entered the arena to contest in the rounds. But it
seemed that their overall performance was not so encouraging. Except for Zen who won in the second
round, all the other disciples ended in failure.
When it came to the eighth round, it was Zen's turn to fight again.
"Zen of the Drizzle Peak Vs. York of the Sea Peak!"
The judge's voice came loud and clear. Master Wang from the Sea Peak suddenly laughed upon
hearing this while Master Wen's face darkened.
York was in the good graces of Master Wang. Master Wen obviously sensed that York was a seeded
player of the Sea Peak and his strength should not be underestimated. The Sea Peak had stayed silent
in the past few years. They were actually accumulating their strength and lying in wait to surprise
everyone in the All Peaks Competition.
Zen Vs. York. God bless Zen!
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