The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Eight days had already passed since the battle between Ezra Zephyr and Ixtal Molarch. During these eight days, the Spirity Bailiwick gradually began boiling with activity.

More and more opportunities were appearing in the form of various mystical areas where anyone who could successfully enter would obtain some pretty good treasures or blessings.

Over the past few days, news had already spread of several lucky individuals obtaining various treasures, allowing them to be completely reborn, their originally mediocre strength leaping into the sky, transforming them into elites even amongst the many prided geniuses.

This caused the eyes of countless geniuses to burn with excitement and anticipation. For a time, searching for these mystical places became the most sought after dream of everyone here.

Of course, this naturally led to numerous intense battles from which some geniuses were able to distinguish themselves, making their names resound loudly across the Spirity Bailiwick.

Included amongst them were various famous elites who fought to get something precious.

However, when compared to Ezra Zephyr, all of them appeared insignificant. Till today, only his name and the names of 13 other Bloodfang Kingdom's martial masters could be seen on the Spirity Tablet.

It was clear as day that achieving the so-called distinguished battle accomplishment was not easy at all. As such, everyone put their energy and time into training, killing many beasts to raise their strength, only then would they raise their chances of being acknowledged by the tablet.

~BBZZZZZ~

The land rumbled, it was a barren land where mountains gathered together in groups, their tall peaks piercing the clouds. No trees could be found on these mountains, their bare appearance making the place look rather desolate.

Terrifying gales were present at the peaks of these mountains all year round, the endlessly rumbling thunder filling the area.

The prince of Bloodfang Kingdom currently stood on one of these majestic mountains. The top of the mountain was immersed in colourful auroras, surrounded by the speedy wind in which black lightning madly flashed a flickered. It was a sight that would make one's heart jump and flesh tremble.

However, Ezra Zephyr's face was overflowing with joy. This was the best place to master the Gamma layer Glittering Wind and Light skill.

"Took too many days to find a perfect place." The prince sighed. He would surely master the skill here.

Once he did, his battle power would rise once again. He sat down on the mountain peak and gradually began to fall into a state of concentration. The rumbling thunder that filled the area seemed to gradually fade away into the background.

A complex and profound intonation slowly flowed into his mind. It was the cultivation method of the Glittering Wind and Light skill.

"Feel the wild wind, feel the particles of twinkling light, infuse your spiritual energy, converge into a mark"

It was a long time later before Ezra's eyes slowly opened. He closed his hand as the lightning rod stone appeared within it. The black stone slowly rose into the air, ultimately hovering some distance above his head.

The prince began to pour his chaos force into the stone, immediately causing a peculiar cry of thunder to faintly echo from its many holes.

~CRRAAACKKLE~

The wind and light in the vicinity began to move as if being beckoned by something. With a loud boom, a foot long black lightning bolt struck the lightning rod stone.

The stone trembled as it absorbed the lightning. After which, lightning began spouting out of its many holes, bombarding Ezra's body.

The prince's body immediately began to shake, the flesh all over his body squirming as intense pain pulsed from the surface of his body.

But Ezra didn't grimace in pain, he had endured a lot worse during his training for 5 whole years.

Only by experiencing wind and light attacks would the body gradually grow accustomed to them, allowing one to gain a better understanding of their nature and properties and eventually create a twinkling mark on one's body.

A Gamma layer skill was profoundly powerful, an existence far beyond the realm of Beta layer Skill. Hence why the method to learn was even stranger and more difficult.

"It is fortunate that I have chaos force that is keeping the wind and light in check and can continuously absorb them. Otherwise, the process would be much slower." Muttered the prince to himself.

~WWHOOOOOOHHHSH~

The gale blew endlessly on the mountain top. Within the glaring lightning, one would faintly see Zhou Yuan's sitting figure.

<A certain area in the Spirity Bailiwick.>

Deep within the forest. A swordsman was dressed in white, leaning against the trunk of the tree, legs stretched over the branch. His hands full of calluses appeared exceptionally rough when he opened them.

He gently rested as he retrieved a cup from his spatial pouch and extended it into a hole in the tree.

When the cup exited, it was filled with green liquid that gave off the strong and fragrant smell of good wine.

"Hah, never expected to encounter such good stuff here." John took a little sip. A satisfied smile was revealed on his face that was filled with various slashes of swords.

"WOFFF WOFF!"

A group of hounds that had bodies of apes angrily grunted below the tree but did not dare to approach. They could only work themselves into a fluster, screeching unceasingly.

"I'm only going to have a little..." Upon hearing the din, John Stark tilted his head downwards and looked at them before continuing, "But if you keep disturbing me... I'll drink all of your good stuff."

The loud noise instantly turned to silence, the hairs all over the apes' bodies standing as they clumped together trembling.

At this very moment, they could feel that the human before their eyes was very scary and he could really drink everything.

"So obedient." John Stark gave a faint nod of approval, raising his neck again as he downed an entire cup of alcohol.

As he casually threw the cup away, sharpness slowly gathered in his clear eyes as he indifferently said, "It seems that this beautiful wine has caught the attention of you all as well."

A figure descended some distance in front of him, he played with two golden balls in his hands. Who could it be other than Salom Uqually?

He stood on the leaves that carpeted the ground, his body completely still as he stared at John Stark and slowly said, "The Fair Sword of Humanity? I need to learn about the locations of all elite geniuses, if you chose to help us, I will allow you to leave today."

John Stark looked at him, he was calm like a lake "I don't want to waste my energy on you,

please leave."

"What did you say?" Salom Uqually's gaze turned frosty as an astonishing aura spread from his body.

John Stark sighed, he touched the sheathed sword of his as he said. "You are not amongst the top geniuses of this year, what exactly it is that made you act so bold before me?"

"Looks like you're tired of living!"

Anger seemed to surge in Salom's eyes.

His ice-cold voice was filled with chilling murder.

"It's only been some days in Spirity Bailiwick, but it seems that you've already forgotten the man known as Fair Sword." A white light began to flicker on John's finger as a powerful qi ripple spread.

"Hehe, what a sharp Spiritual energy..."

A raspy voice suddenly rang out within the forest. One could only watch as a figure in loincloth slowly walked out some distance behind Salom. It was Rolo Aur.

"The one who came from the upper realm are you guys, right?" John Stark turned his head slightly and stole a glance at Rolo Aur. "I did not expect that the genius of the Uqually clan and trespassers from the upper realm would work together."

Salom was surprised, "How did he know they are from the upper realm?" He pondered.

Rolo Aur sighed softly. "Amongst the younger generation in this lower realm, I've never seen someone whose sword qi and insight are as strong as yours. Ezra Zephyr is interesting but he is totally different from you. That's why... to eliminate uncertainty, I feel that you should no longer appear in the Spirity Bailiwick, you and your righteous nature will become our greatest obstruction."

The Fair Sword was not astonished that they are aware of Ezra, but he was curious about what made them utter such words about Ezra Zephyr.

There were other elite geniuses superior to Ezra such as Stripe Beast Empire's prince, Battle Addicted Dwarf and that princess of Elfpatria.

All of a sudden, his interest in Ezra reached new heights.

John Stark stood up on the tree branch, his slim steel like figure seemed rather domineering at this moment as he calmly said, "The combination of you two is indeed very strong, but you may not be able to keep me here."

Rolo Aur chuckled as he nodded. "Then what about now?"

His hands reached out and gently clapped.

~SWWOOOOOOSSSHH~

2 powerful spiritual energies suddenly exploded from the forest, sweeping away the surrounding trees. They formed a mana barrier that trapped John Stark from far away.

The Fair Sword shot a glance at his surroundings. This time, however, his brows slowly knitted together. To think that the other party had sent out such a lineup to deal with him, a lineup that was capable of killing the Fair Sword.