The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Ezra Zephyr clenched his hand, the overflowing tyrannic power was beyond his wildest dreams. He was sure that he could beat any of the 1st-level Core Formation Stage Cultivators or an early 3rd Circle Sorcerer.

"There wasn't any book that could say it is possible to extend the size of barrier." Murmured Ezra.

"The mysteries of martial prowess are vast, not even the upper realm could solve them... not during the time I was there."

Ezra smiled, he smiled with his eyes closed, a smirk of satisfaction. Who would have believed that the man who had no martial spirit at all could be the host of a 7th-grade martial spirit. Not to mention, Fenrir of all.

He calmed his heart down as a thought came to his mind, he remembered the words of a mysterious voice that came when the tower was erected.

He gazed at the other side of the battle, various dead bodies could be found on the floor. Some of his martial masters while all the others belonged to the enemy's side.

He started counting, and as he ended, he shot forward like a released arrow.

Bloodfang Kingdom's martial masters were fighting against other geniuses of the continent. Even though with a special tier armament in hand, they were in a tie against group attacks of geniuses.

One martial master from Ezra's side was desperately fighting against 3 of the other geniuses, he had a special tier glaive but the other side had more numbers and were also worthy geniuses of their lands.

All of sudden, they saw a flash of black lightning.

~SWIIISSSHHH~

Three heads flew into the sky, their eyes wide opened and face filled with curiosity of why the ground was rotating until they saw their own bodies laying in the ground dipped in blood. That was the final sight of those three and then their consciousness faded.

Ezra moved at a horrifying pace, every time he passed some figures, the majority of them fell with their heads in the air, spraying the ground with blood.

Seeing the one-sided massacre, the geniuses gazed at the 5 leading figures. Victor, Salom, Ixtal, Reema and Karl. But all of them were stuck in their own battle.

At this point, one female yelled, "I surrender."

The short sword of Ezra stopped a few centimetres away from his neck, that woman was not aware of just how lucky she was.

One by one all the other sides surrendered except the 5 leading figures.

Martial Masters of Bloodfang sheathed their weapons and looked at their prince.

"Who told you to sheath your weapons?"

Fear!! sheer fear arose inside their hearts, they quickly unsheathed their weapons and lowered their hand in shame.

At that time, the mysterious sound came again.

"Those who have surrendered must be spared, causing any harm will result in disqualification..." The voice ended.

Ezra spread a glance at

"Apart from Zulfi Dimitry, Shifa Pista and Theor Galearms. All the rest are ordered to kill the surrendered martial masters..."

"What!" That female yelled.

"Ezra, you will be disqualified." Said Farrie.

"I'm not, I won't be the one to kill."

Farrie was shocked, "But, they are your subordinates, at least ask them if they want to..."

~THHUUD THHUD THUD~

As she was talking, a head bounced and rolled to her side, she looked at the sliced head, it was the female who surrendered.

With bewildered eyes, Farrie looked and found that she was killed by a woman from the Bloodfang Kingdom.

"What have you done?" Asked Farrie.

The woman calmly answered. "His majesty's orders are absolute."

"You could have gotten some blessings!" She was ferocious for some reason.

That female replied with a smile. "Bloodfang Kingdom has already gotten the blessing they need." She looked at Ezra Zephyr and bowed.

Farrie's jaw dropped, many were astounded by such loyalty.

Just with that, the massacre continued, even after surrendering, they were killed.

"Ezra! Behave like a prince." A vigorous cry imbued with spiritual energy.

The prince of werewolves twitched his eyebrows and looked at the source of the cry. He gazed at the Fair Sword of Humanity and asked. "What?"

"This is not humane behaviour!" He said

Ezra chuckled. "Indeed it is not, but I am a beastman not a human, you blind fuck."

"But I am!" He cried. "And I won't allow that." He changed the direction of his sword and pointed it towards Ezra Zephyr.

"Fair Sword, this is not the time for infighting." Suggested the Battle Maniac Akkar Boldheart

"I apologise Battle Maniac, this is something my nature won't allow."

Ezra looked at him, there was no sign of anger, just a simple smile. "I don't want Naran Continent to lose a genius. I have a lot of uses for you in future, so... just for you, I'll spare them."

John Stark was confused. "Uses! What uses?" He pondered.

"But Alas!"

John Stark squinted his eyes at the strange exclamation.

"They are already dead," said Ezra with a smile.

John Stark quickly turned his eyes to see and found that all of them were killed. Half of them were already killed by Ezra when he jolted, the benefit of numbers vanished and Bloodfang martial masters could easily kill them with higher-tier weapons.

The only ones who remained were Victor Benedict, Salom Uqually, Ixtal Molarch, Reema, Karl and surprisingly Emily Jomez.

"Violations have been seen." The mysterious voice said and continued.

"All the martial masters from Bloodfang Kingdom have been disqualified with the exceptions of Ezra Zephyr, Zulfi Dimitry, Shifa Pista and Theor Galearms. The total contestants remaining are 16, 1 has to be eliminated."

The voice disappeared.

A problematic look appeared on Ezra's face, he looked at the people.

"Oh..." his face showed a sign of relief as his gaze fell upon the injured Xyr, he neither surrendered nor died.

Ezra went towards him slowly, but all of a sudden a white figure stood in front of him.

"Enough..." said John Stark.

Ezra sighed and face palmed himself. "Aren't you getting tired of this bullshit, you have multiple uses, I accept. But, do not cross your limits..." black lightning thundered.

John Stark knew he would face tremendous consequences even if he manages to defeat Ezra. But the Fair Sword of Humanity stood bold and unflinching.

Before the terrifying fight could erupt the mysterious voice came again.

"Xyr from the Cult of Djinns surrendered. The surviving 15 and the strongest one will move towards the next floor."