The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

White and green interlaced on Moshi's face, some horror still lingering in his eyes.

Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined Ezra had actually mastered the first level of the Gossamer Steps technique.

While Moshi was still lost in shock, the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom lightly tapped his chest under everyone's gazes and said in a calm voice, "I told you earlier that all of you should come at me together, and yet you kept insisting on taking me on alone… since that is so…"

By the time Ezra's voice faded, his body had already moved.

Half of his body seemed to turn invisible as he took a step forward.

Faint wind appeared around him as his figure swiftly shot forward like the wind.

"Such speed!" Moshi's heart shivered.

Ezra was so quick that even he was beginning to see faint after images. In the face of the current Ezra, Moshi no longer displayed any of the arrogance from before. His feet rapidly moved as his figure hastily retreated in a rather miserable manner.

However, his speed was far from being able to match Ezra Zephyr's.

He merely took a single step forward and appeared in front of Moshi like a phantom.

No matter how Moshi tried to evade, the werewolf's figure closely followed like a shadow.

"This speed…" Ash Bekham and Son Jingle's expressions changed slightly when they saw this.

"Get lost!" Moshi was scared stiff by Ezra's phantom like speed. The humiliation and anger in the former's heart reached its peak, and with a howl, berserk spiritual energy unfurled from his body, dashing in all directions.

~SWWUUSSH~

However, Ezra's figure merely flickered a few times, breaking through the wave of spiritual energy as purplish scales appeared on his hand, black lightning danced around it. A palm strike was swiftly sent forth, instantly piercing Moshi's defences and landing on his chest.

~BHAM~

Black lightning exploded, and Moshi's body was sent catapulting backwards as if he had been struck by a heavy blow.

However, mere moments after his figure was sent flying, Ezra's somewhat gossamer figure appeared below the former as a kick lashed out along with black lightning.

~ZHAAT~

A whip like leg ripped through the air, kicking Moshi in the stomach as he let out a miserable cry and was sent flying once again.

~BOOM BHAAM~

The crowd's eyelids twitched as they watched Moshi's body being bounced around in mid-air, unable to land. It was an exceedingly wretched sight.

The mountain was blanketed in silence, everyone speechless as they watched Ezra Zephyr effortlessly kick Moshi around like a ball, a sight that caused them to shiver involuntarily.

Especially the disciples that had come with Moshi. They had originally believed Ezra would be easily crushed, allowing him to understand his place.

But who could have expected that the 3rd level Core Formation expert Moshi would be unable to even touch Ezra's shadow, and would end up being hit around like a ball.

"What are you guys still standing around for! Go get him together!"

In the side, Son Jingle, who had been watching till he was now somewhat irritated, lost his composure and howled.

These disciples looked to each other. In the end, they ignored the fact that there were going to gang up on Ezra Zephyr and forced themselves forward, surrounding him from all directions.

"I already told you guys to come at me together earlier, but you guys just had to insist on wasting time." Ezra Zephyr chuckled softly when he saw them approach as the mist around him thickened, causing his speed to soar once again.

~CRACKLE CRACKLE~

Chaos lightning thundered, he was akin to the shadow of a phantom as he charged into the midst of the dozen or so disciples.

~BAANNG BHAAM~

The battle was a completely chaotic mess. Although these disciples were pretty strong, they were unable to even touch the edges of Ezra Zephyr's black clothes. In contrast, whenever Ezra's figure dashed past, a fist covered in purplish scales along with Blackish lighning toned by a dim red flicker would slam into their bodies without any trace of politeness.

Each punch moulded itself into the flesh, painting an exceptionally violent picture, mutilating that part of the body.

In a short few minutes, the ground was littered with bodies, each one with a bloody nose and torn face, traces of blood at the corner of their mouths as they groaned in pain.

At the middle, Ezra stood with his hands by his side as his partially incorporeal body gradually returned to normal.

His expression was still indifferent, unchanged even through the entire ordeal.

He looked towards the ground in front of him where Moshi was staggering to his feet. The latter had received the most of Ezra's care, making him look the most pitiful of the bunch. His teeth broken, jaw shattered, bones fractured amd muscles dilapidated.

Moshi trembled uncontrollably as he gazed upon the werewolf prince, a trace of terror in his eyes. He truly never imagined that they would lose in such a miserable manner even after the dozen or so of them ganged up on Ezra Zephyr.

Now that Ezra had mastered the first level of the Gossamer Steps technique, he was not only untouchably quick, but his defence was also extremely terrifying, allowing him to practically ignore their attacks.

One must know that there were two other first class disciples amongst the group that had the strength of the 3rd level Core Formation. But even so, they had been easily dealt with by Ezra Zephyr. How crazy was this?

Even the outer mountain top ten disciples such as Ash Bekham and Son Jingle did not dare to claim they would be able to so effortlessly deal with several first class disciples without taking any damage.

"After today, brother Ezra Zephyr will definitely have a spot as one of the ten great outer mountain disciples." Ash could not help but sigh in mixed feelings

Ezra had previously been way too low profile. Although he had obtained victory over Peliok, it had only made others feel that he was at least worthy of being a first class disciple, though many believed that he was one of the lowest ranking amongst them.

After today's battle, there was likely no one would continue to say so. This battle was enough for his name to shake the outer mountains.