Chapter 440 Down On Your Knees (Part Two)
Kehughed and asked, "When you said Jacques was very lucky and will likely have several other
chances, does that mean that Zen could not obtain such good fortune?" He pointed at the flying knife in
Zen''s hand and said, "Look at his knife, the Heavenly Ogre Fist he disyed, and the basic swordy
methods he mastered by himself! Which one would you say is ordinary?"
"Sir, you are right. I may still have some prejudice against him, knowing that Zen''s strength is only in
the low grade. The overwhelming force of the flood dragon has had adverse reactions on many
disciples. I shall go down to help them!" Elder Xu said hastily. He made the remark after seeing the
painful expressions on lower grade disciples'' faces. After quickly jumping down from the high tform,
he waved a wrinkled hand gently in the air and watched as emerald green life vitality transformed into a
curtain of light, shrouding areas around the battle ring.
The flood dragon''s power made many disciples feel like lingering in the ice and snow, naked, and there
was no way for them to resist the lure of the cold. If this continued for an extended period of time, it
could damage their spirits.
But as soon as the light curtain from Elder Xu''s hand lightly swept over them, everyone suddenly felt as
if they were dressed in thick cotton clothes and were warm enough to withstand the extreme cold.
If a mere ten percent of the power released from it could cause so much pain for many disciples, what
was the effect on Zen, who was absorbing the remaining 90 percent? Everyone was now curious how
the young disciple was dealing with it.
With Elder Xu''s help, the crowd resisted the flood dragon''s power and began to watch the situation in
the battle ring. They desperately wanted to see what happened to Zen at that moment.
Compared to regr mortals, Zen''s spirit strength was far stronger. When he entered the Tier 4
Cultivation Method Hall of the Heavenly Library, he did not need the help of the cyan dragon, but
instead, relied on his own spirit to resist the pressure generated by the intent of the Vengeful Beast. But
as he entered the hidden room behind the Tier 4 Cultivation Method Hall, he was attacked head-on by
the spirit of Vengeful Beast. The cyan dragon in his mind helped Zen resist this surprise attack.
What made Jacques'' flood dragon bone spear more dangerous was that a secret cultivation method
strengthened its power. So the spear produced 30 percent more powerpared to energy released
by the Vengeful Beast!
Under the attack of such overwhelming power, and to that extent, it was not very hard to imagine the
situation faced by Zen at the moment.
But unexpectedly, Zen gritted his teeth and chose to bear the hardship.
Through the cultivation method written in the Spiritual Thorn, Zen exercised his spirit and entered into a
state where he forgot himself enough to deepen his spirit strength step-by-step.
As a result, even if the flood dragon bone spear''s power was daunting, Zen still managed to resist its
attack sessfully for the moment.
But its effect on the warrior was not good. His usually ruddy face was as pale as a sheet at that
moment.
"Well, I must say it''s a surprise that you can resist my attack for quite a long period, so now, I want to
see how long you can hold against it!" Jacques challenged Zen.
After delivering the threat, he pounded the bone spear hard on the ground, which awakened the flood
dragon that began to roar.
The first roaring sound echoed throughout the arena.
Furious, Jacques demanded, "Get down on your knees!"
"Roar!"
"Get down on your knees!"
Then, the dragon roared once more.
"Get down on your knees!"
As Jacques pounded the bone spear on the ground thrice in a row, the dragon answered back with a
furious roar every time.
As a consequence, the dominant power of the spear kept pouring into Zen like a surging wave three
times as well, each wave stronger than the previous one. Meanwhile, the words "get down on your
knees" that Jacques kept barking at Zen, were likewise filled with indisputable majesty as if demanding
him toe before the order of the king in heaven and on earth!
"How can Zen resist such power? If it were me, I''m afraid my spirit would have been destroyed and my
body would already be a pile of dust at this moment," one disciple, fear written on his face, said.
"My God! Jacques is a monster. How could heunch such dangerous attacks? Even if Elder Xu
helped block the pressure, my knees are still quite weak, and I would want to get down on them..."
another one added.
"s, Jacques'' previous attacks using that white bone armor were quite bold but simple. And I did not
expect him tounch his spirit attacks in the same manner. What''s more, such brutal attacks are so
powerful that it''s impossible to resist!" said another disciple, who was awed by everything he
witnessed.
Even though Elder Xu was helping disciples seated among the audience resist the pressure, they
continued to quiver in fear upon seeing the situation on the battle ring.
Patrick, seated on the ground, heard loud dragon roars that urged him to open his eyes slightly. There
was a grave look on his face. But after a few moments, he shut his eyes calmly this time. The Buddha
cultivation method was broad and profound, and perhaps, he already had a way to deal with Jacques''
bone spear.
With the long sword on his back, Rocher heard the three roars of the dragon. His fingers trembled at
the sound and had to touch the sword handle behind him. As the disciple felt his sword, he heaved a
gentle sigh. His eyes reflected the flickering light as he closely watched the ongoingpetition in the
arena.
Meanwhile, in the arena Zen felt as if his spirit was shaking under a big storm, like a leaf hanging
precariously on a tree branch, which at any time could be swept away by the wind to any ce.
But oddly, even with his perilous situation, Zen was tenacious in resisting the attacks.
Thispetition was undoubtedly the most dangerous one for Zen. Earlier, he had won all the way and
had never been so close to being defeated.
In truth, the strength gap between Zen and Jacques was not so wide. But rather than his own strength,
Jacques depended on the power of the dragon bone spear that was in his hand. Zen, on the other
hand, only trusted his own spiritual strength tobat the offensives.
This was because he wanted to see the extent of his resistance.
Not long after, a trace of blood was slowly oozing from the corners of Zen''s mouth. While spirit attacks
made idiots out of people or broke their brains into pieces, they would never hurt people intentionally.
In order to stay awake, he bit his tongue so hard that blood trickled out his mouth.
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Taking a deep breath, he said in a cold tone, "Who do you think you are?
You think you can order me to get me down on my knees?
You? Humph! You''re notpetent enough to demand that!"