The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Their blows were parallel to each other, their weapons had the same might in them. Unlike the Soul Slicing Sword the weapon of Bearman Earth Shattering Axe was a top special tier armament.

The only difference was the armour, the full body armour of Shifa was a complete set of Unique tier.

The defence of female werewolf was higher than the bearman.

At that moment, the spiritual energy started to flutter around Ixtal Molarch. His body began to enlarge, and the muscles he had bulged into thick boulders. His height reached 8 feet, and the hair on his body grew a lot in a mere moment.

~GROOOOWWWWLLL~

Ixtal Molarch morphed into his true bearman form, the calmness on Shifa's face disappeared and she knew that she will be in trouble if she neglected.

She wanted to morph too but it was not easy for werewolves, although they are in the top 10 tribes of Beastmen, their power is not weaker than Lionman or Tigerman. Some archaic records even said that the werewolves atr species that rivalled the power of ancient beastmen tribes such as Dragonkins and Mammothmen.

However, the might of werewolves declined a lot for some uncertain reasons and they could no longer morph whenever they wish. Only extreme emotion can trigger the morph and after morphing into werewolf form, they will lose their sanity.

Only Red Wolf imperial family could morph into the werewolf form with their mental stability intact, King of Bloodfang Kingdom, Mirza Zephyr tried to teach the methods to control this powerful ability but out of thousands of martial masters, only two were able to learn it.

Just when she was in deep thought of what to do, the bearman reached the lady werewolf with a dash.

The Earth Shattering Axe in his hand grew according to his size, in front of 8 feet large bulky bearman, the 5'11 feet female in armour resembled the infamous story of Teak Tree and Herb.

The arm of bearman moved, and Shifa quickly raised her labrys to block.

~BAAAAMMMMM~

The axe was aimed at her neck, but it hit the rod of Sky Cracking Labrys.

The sheer power ran through the bones of Shifa Pista, "What is this power!?"

Her entire body shook tremendously and in the next moment, her feet left the ground. "Huh!"

She was tossed away, if one had to describe the scene on 3rd Ring, he would say that the bearman named Ixtal Molarch threw a pebble in far.

That was how Shifa Pista was blown away by the merciless might of bearman.

~TOONG - TONG - TUNG~

The female werewolf skirred and rolled countless times before she stopped afar.

Her entire body was trembling in sheer pain, *argh cough* she coughed blood, and the helmet that only revealed her eyes was dripping reddish droplets.

Her arms were shattered, her body was battered and her fingertips were tattered.

"Danm... it. I can't... lose." She said to herself.

The martial master Shifa of proud female warriors of the Pista Family couldn't swallow this bitter pill.

She clearly saw how Theor and Zulfi defeated their opponents and majestically moved to the upper floor in front of his highness Ezra Zephyr.

Although, she rarely talked with the prince. She was still a resident of Bloodfang and a werewolf, she worshipped Red Wolf Family like the rest of the werewolf tribe.

How could she show the prince of Bloodfang the weak side of her, even the King of Bloodfang Mirza Zephyr recognized the Pista tribe as brave female warriors of Bloodfang.

As she was amidst the thought, a blurry shadow appeared in the sky. The lifeless Shifa Pista squinted her eyes, her pupils contracting as she used every bit of her qi to move away.

"BOOOOOMMMM~

The gigantic body of Ixtal Molarch landed like a falling meteor, Shifa Pista dodged by the hair's breadth or else, she would have become a lump of minced meat.

She gathered her strength to stand up, the previous strike fractured he arms and the collision from the fall broke her ribs. Her armour was damaged as well, the only thing that was in the same condition was her Sky Cracking Labrys.

"Oh God Fenrisulfr, have mercy... on me." She prayed in her heart as she stood on her feet.

But the bearman was not someone who shows kindness, a quick front kick on the breast of Shifa Pista.

~BAAMMM~

Just like a pebble thrown in a calm lake, she bounced dozens of times before stopping.

Her condition worsened way more than anyone can imagine, her ribcage was broken, and her breast tissues were torn by that kick.

Tears appeared in her eyes, "Mo- Morph..." she prayed as she cried, it was a silent wail. Regardless of what she does, she couldn't ignite the morphing. She was on the verge of death and the emotions were still not enough for her to morph. What else was required to ignite the hidden power, a secret technique that she was unaware of or anything else?

~CLOP - CLOP - CLOP~

She could hear the sound of stomping footsteps getting closer and closer to her, she tried her best to stand but couldn't. She wriggled her legs and continued to move but couldn't get anywhere far.

She moved slowly, "God Fenrisulf... please... help me." She was still praying to the god of werewolves for a miracle.

~THUUUDDD~

A sudden loud cracking noise resounded, "Aaaaahhhh!" The lady in destroyed armour cried in agony.

He grabbed the smashed leg of Shifa and picked her up. "Tell me bitch, did your prince torment my love more than I torment you?" He shook her leg a little, she growled in pain and her tattered helmet fell off.

Her entire face was bloodied, her mouth and nose bled like a fountain, her brown hairs touched the ground of the ring, and blood crawled from her mouth to her forehead and fell.

Ixtal was holding her upside down, he softly kicked her. "You are not dead yet?" He knew that she was alive and conscious, otherwise the mysterious voice would have intervened.

"Good, I can vent my anger a bit more." Said Ixtal as he swung his arm.

~BAAANGGG~

He slammed her on the ground, her head cracked, and blood oozed out.

Just when her sight was getting darker and darker, she heard a voice.

"Fight back."

Her eyes opened a bit. "What was that?" She thought.

"Don't disgrace the name of Bloodfang, SHIFA!"

"Huh! Bloodfang. It's my... kingdom. Does my kingdom need me? Whose voice is that?" She was in a strange stage.

"SHIFA, YOU ARE A WEREWOLF! MORPH, I, EZRA ZEPHYR, ORDER YOU." This time, the voice came like a rumble of thunder, she heard each and every word clearly.

~BADUM- BADUM - BADUM~

Her heartbeat raised.

"Aaaaaahhhhh" she howled like a barbarian, scarlet qi gushed out of her body.