The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

<On a certain mountain, deep in Spirity Bailiwick>

Salom and Rolo stood on the mountain peak, spiritual energy surging within their eyes as their sharp gazes scanned the vast mountain range.

~SWWWIISSSH - SWWIIISSH~

Two figures jumped over, landing in front of them.

"Can't find him." Said each of the two individuals.

Salom frowned, but his tone remained indifferent as he said, "We paid quite a substantial price previously, exchanging wound for a wound in order to critically injure John Stark.

Our advantage lies in our majority of numbers which gives us strong power, allowing us to gradually handle the attacks no matter how grave. In contrast, John Stark's body is weak, and his current state is when he is at his weakest.

Since we've already done the deed, we need to be sure to do a thorough job. We cannot give him any chance to recover or all of us will be threatened."

Rolo Aur nodded as he smiled and said, "Well spoken brother Salom, since we've already done it, we cannot leave any loose ends. As such, I will no longer hold back."

He grinned as he raised his grey pupils. Vortexes seemed to spin within them as the world before his eyes began to change.

Everything turned to a shade of dull grey, the magnificent mountain forests now translucent. Glowing forms appeared within, each glow representing the light of Mana.

There were countless Beasts in the forests. Hence, Rolo Aur skipped over these balls of light in search of the less visible spiritual energy.

After several minutes, his eyes finally paused. Far towards the north was an extremely faint spiritual energy glow. Its rays were practically non-existent and would be easily overlooked if one was not careful. "Found him."

A drop of blood flowed down from Rolo Aur's shut eyes. Activating this spell was clearly detrimental to his eyes.

"Go."

However, he ignored it, taking the lead as he shot towards the north. Salom and the rest immediately followed.

Meanwhile, a slender figure had come to a stop in a certain forest far away, his white clothes dipped in blood. It was The Fair Sword of Humanity, John Stark.

His pretty face appeared extremely pale, but there was no panic between his brows, only an increasing indifference.

"I've been found huh..."

He muttered to himself in a low voice as he firmly grasped the scroll in his hand. Light spread from the scroll and enveloped his body, concealing his presence.

However, he did not expect that the other party would be so resourceful too and still able to detect him

~BOOOM~

A berserk spiritual energy ripple suddenly soared in the sky before descending, ferociously blasting towards John.

John nimbly darted to the side, avoiding the blast. He raised his head, only to find four dazzling figures shooting towards him from the sky, the faces of Salom Uqually, Rolo Aur and the rest already visible.

"Fair Sword, your strong sword will not last for long. It will be best for you to give up and allow yourself to be captured." Rolo Aur's raspy voice echoed from far away.

However, John ignored him. Yet another scroll appeared in his hand and was torn.

~SWIISH~

Light covered John's body, the space around him distorting for a moment before he disappeared, appearing a thousand feet away a split second later.

Rolo's and Salom's gazes shivered upon seeing this as they remarked inside, "Can't believe he has also possessed short range instant teleportation Spiritual Imprints, what frightening fellow, he is prepared..."

They exchanged a look, seeing the intensifying killing intent in each other's eyes.

"Such instant teleportation is based on travelling through space and will place stress on the body. He has not much of spiritual energy left and definitely will not be able to keep this up for long."

"We cannot let him escape!"

Qi exploded beneath Salom's foot as he dashed forward.

As Salom took the lead, a voice came.

"Rolo, why are we asking that fool for help? Any one of us can kill him and you... you are enough strong to eliminate that sword guy alone, why are we acting as weak?" The lady asked, her name was Reema.

"We don't know anything about this place... and there are two dangerous guys that can kill us if we don't kill them first." Said Rolo in a grave manner.

"Who they could be?"

"My brother, Carlo and prince of Bloodfang Kingdom." Replied Rolo.

Then Rolo said something that made the eyes of the other two as wide as possible for them.

After saying that, mana formed beneath Rolo Aur's feet and he jumped, the other duo followed him, their speed rapidly soaring as they continued to give chase.

One group chased while one figure fled, crossing only god knows how many mountains in half a day. However, Salom and Rolo remained extremely persistent and stubborn, unrelentless in their chase without even a second to relax.

Some distance to their front, John's face grew increasingly pale, the chase draining a huge portion of his qi.

No one discovered that the iciness in John's bright eyes was growing colder and colder, while the ancient symbol on his sword gradually became more and more radiant.

All of a sudden, John seemed to lose his patience, his figure suddenly coming to a halt.

"He's on his last legs!" Salom was overjoyed, his body arriving some distance behind John with one final spurt, while the other three moved to surround him from all directions.

Salom said, "Finally ready to accept your fate?"

John raised his head, his face emotionless as he gazed at Salom and replied, "Do you really believe that the reason why you are able to live for so long is because of your ability? I merely promised someone that I will take any life in Spirity Bailiwick."

Salom Uqually's expression darkened. "Still so confident even at death's door."

The scars on his body started to gleam, and his scarred face filled with anger. "However, I feel that you're too detestable, so my promise to that person shall no longer be valid."

His face was expressionless, while the ancient rune on his sword began to give off a faint glow.

"Something's not right, kill him!"

Shouted the genius of the 2nd branch Uqually clan as he frowned. The two immediately threw a punch, berserk mana whizzing forth to viciously attack John Stark.

John's face was filled with destructive motives as he watched the rapidly expanding mana attack, a long slender epee reaching towards his unprotected forehead.

The air was filled with the faint feeling that something terrifying was about to be released.

"I knew, I shouldn't have made that promise," John said as he let himself succumb to death.

The epee seemed to scream as it approached. However, when the epee was still half a finger from his head, a figure suddenly appeared like a phantom, grabbing John Stark in one fluid motion as it broke through the encirclement with a flash of green.

"Stop him!" Yelled Rolo, he was the first to react.

The 2 upper realm geniuses did not hesitate, quick as lightning as they pounced at the green light.

"Heehee."

Lovely tinkling laughter spread from within the green light. One could only watch as the green light flashed, like a fish as it swam past the encirclement of the two, displaying a godly movement technique that dazzled the eyes.

The green light did not stop after escaping, disappearing into the vast sea of trees in several flickers.

Only at this moment did Salom's attack finally land on the empty space, ripping and tearing apart the ground.

Rolo's expression was rather stormy. He did not expect such a turn of events when they were just about to succeed.

Even he was shocked by the green light's speed.

"Who is that? Pretty decent strength, but that speed is really amazing." Rolo Aur looked towards Salom Uqually. Although it had only been a few brief moments, the former had already gauged that though the green light's strength was decent, it was still within manageable levels. That speed, however, would leave even him in amazement.

Salom's ugly face stared at the direction the green light had disappeared. A long time later, a chillingly furious voice hissed from between the cracks of his teeth.

"Damned Farrie Holaleth!"

By the edge of a stream, a green light flashed past as two figures appeared.

One was wearing a green dress, her figure enchanting while her bewitching face was akin to a little succubus. This was naturally the princess of Elfpatria, Farrie Holaleth.

"A perfect example of the beauty and the beast." She said as she looked at John's face full of scars.

John's face was pale as he sat on a rock, one of his hands was pressed against his chest where a gash had appeared.

However, his expression had remained cool and collected from start to end. He lifted his head, and was silent for some time as he looked at Farrie Holaleth, before he said, "If you did not come, all of them would have been dead now."