The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Zulfi looked at the broken sword that fell from the sky, the Soul Slicing Sword of a dead genius. Looking at it, he recalled something.

<Flashback>

When Ezra Zephyr and Theor Galearms returned from the auction, the prince went to his tent while Theor shared the encounter they faced with others.

"Who is this Salom Uqually? How dare he belittled our king! And you left him alive?" Uttered Zulfi, the swordsman was enraged.

The one who looked more dignified and noble amongst all the subordinates of Bloodfang Kingdom was Zulfi Dimitry, his speaking manner, his attire and the way he behaved resembled that of nobility. However, Zulfi Dimitry belonged to a commoner family of the werewolf tribe.

"He is a genius from Guardians of Continent, we can not act recklessly." Said Theor, the smartest one in all.

"Theor, tell me. Am I able to assassinate him?" This time Zulfi was serious when he asked that question.

Theor Galearms looked at the handsome martial master, he sighed and replied. "You both are equal in almost everything."

Zulfi squinted his eyebrows and questioned. "What do you mean?" He took the words of Theor as disrespect.

The latter shook his head, "Don't take me wrong, my words were directed to your individuality. He is handsome, he got a good sense of dressing, and he possesses a strange charisma around him like you.

And the most important thing, he is a swordsman. See, everything is almost the same. Apart from the difference in physical appearance, both of you are more or less like twins, haha." He laughed at the end.

"Enough! I won't forgive you for combining me with someone who misbehaved with his majesty. Don't beat around the bush and tell me if I can assassinate him or not?" Zulfi asked again, he was more furious than before.

"It's a conditional question, if you use your special tier weapon then yes, you can. But, if he is the one who bought his majesty's Soul Slicing Sword then no, you won't be able to assassinate him."

"His majesty's soul slicing sword!" Zulfi was confused.

"His majesty sold one of the special tier swords and a broken armour, the name of the sword was Soul Slicing Sword."

"What!" Zulfi cried. "His majesty sold a special tier sword!?"

"Such treasure!"

"Does his majesty need spiritual chrystals for something?"

"No stupid, his majesty already has an endless amount of treasure. He must have some other plans."

Every member of Bloodfang had different thoughts but none of them doubted the prince, everyone assumed the reason they find suitable.

"Calm down." At that point, the voice came from the prince's tent. "It was the weakest sword I had in the special tier category and the one Zulfi possessed is the strongest."

The words of Ezra Zephyr ended the topic.

<Current Time>

Zulfi knew that Soul Slicing Sword is weaker than Paladin's Pledge and accepted the one-strike killing blow.

He turned his eyes from the sword to the fallen upper half of Salom Uqually. He recalled the words of Theor Galearms and a strange sadness appeared in his eyes. "We could have been good friends." Murmured the swordsman of Bloodfang Kingdom as he looked away.

It was true that a genius can understand another genius, the last image of Salom in his head was very different from the image he had about him in Spirity Bailiwick.

In the final moments, the genius of the Uqually clan's 2nd branch, Salom Uqually showed a side of integrity. He accepted his wrongdoings and blamed himself for the mistake and sheer crime of treason he had committed.

He fought Zulfi with everything he got, each clash of swords exchanged the thoughts of competitors with each other. In a short period of time, no one would believe but the duo almost learnt everything about each other's nature.

Soon the mysterious voice resounded in the vast space where colossal rings were firmly built.

"The winner of the 5th Ring is Zulfi Dimitry, he will be teleported to the next round." With that, the mysterious voice ended the announcement.

A light encircled Zulfi Dimitry, the man quickly looked at Ezra Zephyr, bent one knee and got teleported into the kneeling posture.

The fights on other rings continued, Ixtal Molarch and Shifa Pista were both panting.

There were numerous wounds on their bodies, but Ixtal looked more injured than the lady werewolf in full armour.

The fight was not fancy like that of the 5th Ring nor it was a strategic one that happened in the 6th Ring. It was a contest of bruteness and sturdiness, each big swing was sluggish but packed with enormous physical strength.

They used less of their spiritual energy and more of their physical strength as if it was a competition between two tribes of beastmen race to decide which one is more beastly.

Ixtal held on the Earth Shattering Axe in his right hand, and Shifa Pista also held the Sky Cracking Labrys in her right grip.

Both at the same time moved and as they came close a huge vertical blow.

~BOOONNNG~

With a metallic blast, both axe and labrys were knocked away but were still in the grip of their wielders.

~THOMP - THUMP~

At the same time, both beastmen stomped their feet to regain their balance and threw left punch at each other.

Ixtal punch, which has a longer reach than Shifa's arrived at the helmet of Shifa Pista and...

~BAANNNG~

The lady in armour flew away, she flipped in mid-air to land on her feet. The moment her feet hit the ground, she dashed forward.

~BAANNNNG~

With a loud bang, the fist of Shifa hit the abdomen of Bearman as he was blown away by the impact.

"*cough* you bitch *cough*" Ixtal stood up, the punch was a lot more powerful than he had imagined.

Their combat power was kind of similar which puzzled Ixtal Molarch, he pondered. "In terms of raw power, the only tribe that can rival Bearmen are Tigermen Tribe and Lionmen Tribe, since when Werewolf Tribe possess such raw power.

Or... it's that this individual is unique! Yes, that should be the only possible answer."