The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



<Outer Mountains>

Unlike the prior teeming platforms, the current spectacle looked disheartening, the fight paused on every platform.

The number of disciples leaving reached more than 2/3rd of the total, Paul Channa clenched his hands, his brain was in disbelief.

He was struggling to decide whether to stay or run, all he has to do is to step out of the platform. With no possession of the platform, he will eventually be disqualified.

On the 10th platform, Toria seemed drenched in sweat. In front of him stood Rock with a similar physical condition. Both fought hard, aiming to take each other's life.

The sudden news of war affected their match as well, Toria gave an unsettled gaze to Rock before jumping off the platform.

"Stop, Toria! Fight me." Yelled Rock.

Toria looked at him with a side eye, he expressed a strange sad face as he said. "Next time, if you can survive the war. I'll wait for you."

Rock gritted his teeth in anger but still stayed silent.

On the 9th platform, Ash Bekham relaxed his body. The youngster in front of him was in high fighting spirit, his determined gaze showed that he does not care about war and will do whatever he can to get this platform.

Ash took a big sigh, he looked above at Ezra and smiled for an unknown reason. The prince caught him doing that and slightly nodded his head as if he understood the intention.

Ash shifted his gaze and saw the enormous entities sitting on tree branches made of nothing but spiritual energy.

A regretful look appeared on his face, he always aimed to be like them, to be one of the gigantic powerhouses of the lower realm.

After having a heartful look at them he closed his eyes and looked above in the sky and let the gale kiss his tensed head. "I don't want to do it, I want to stay. But... I have no other choice." He mumbled before taking a step towards the platform boundaries.

"Hey, Ash! What the hell are you doing?" Rock demanded an answer.

"Sorry Rock, I have some burden on my shoulders and some responsibilities that I can't turn my back on. I can't die yet..." Tears fell from his eyes when he said that, even the thickhead Rock felt that he had a real reason.

Several platforms became empty after both fighters left the platform, amongst them was the 8th silver platform on which Ray Lime and Usopp faced each other.

The news of war made them vacate the platforms because even an insane would demarcate the power level of two sects.

Seeing the empty platform, Theor Galearms' opponent jumped, her eyes caught the sole Mahi Ingale on the 7th platform as she landed on the 8th platform like a shadow.

She was given the rank of 9th strongest unofficial outer student. Her name was Ava, she gave a look at Theor Galearms from far. "All I wanted is one of the top 10 seats, the number is meaningless."

The chaos slowly settled, the initial number of disciples was around 45,000 out of which a mere amount of 15,000 remained. Many geniuses left the platforms to save their lives.

However, there were 10,000 platforms and 15,000 disciples. After a series of dreadful news, the remaining students restarted the conquest of platforms.

"Why don't you step out as well?" Asked Argus with a motivating smile.

"Why should I, when I can undoubtedly thrash you." Replied the mountain like man named Ethan.

He said and raised his boulder hands and swung it towards Argus Woska.

~BHAAM~

The giant werewolf looked like a dwarf in front of Ethan, with the impact the was thrown away, and he glided and stopped a foot away from the boundary.

"You... have a special tier armament." Asked Argus in an astonishing manner.

"Yes." He showed his hands, hidden in metal-like gloves. "These are Torpedo Gloves, they double the impact of brute power." Satisfaction shined on his giant face.

"Haha! An impressive newbie he is. Just look at his beautiful size" The muscle man Master Franco commented with a merry simper.

"Alright then!" Cried Argus Woska and with a shining sparkle of light, his entire arms were engulfed by a silver hue. A second later, the hue vanished and everyone saw a full silver gauntlet on Argus Woska's arm.

"That energy! He also has a special tier armament?" The masses gasped.

"Cease the useless efforts, the only two who can fight me physically ended up meeting each other on the 10th platform." The giant Ethan raised his hand and swung it again.

Argus Woska ducked to avoid it and looked at the 10th platform. "Oh, those guys? The other one who left was dominated by our Theor, right?"

Ethan squinted his eyes. All of a sudden, dark blue spiritual energy started to revolve around him. His Special Tier gloves gleamed along the resonating spiritual energy. It gathered on his fist as he uttered. "Gamma layer skill, Whacking Wham."

A giant fist formed of spiritual energy floated towards Argus, it came slowly but was so wide and powerful that dodging was out of option. It was a low-grade Gamma layer Spiritual technique.

The martial master of Bloodfang Kingdom sighed. "You are underestimating me, is it because I never had limelight." He touched his aching heart and mumbled. "I want to become famous as well."

The gamma layer spiritual technique was about to hit him when he clenched his fists. "Let me show you what power actually is."

Spiritual energy gathered around his gauntlets and condensed around them, making a thick vibrating visible layer.

"Gamma layer skill, Gong of Bourdon"

Master Franco's eyes widened. "He learned Gong of Bourdon?!"

The spiritual energy vibrated ferociously, the giant fist reached and was 1 meter away when Argus stomped his foot and pressured his waist to make a solid momentum. He threw a straight punch, against the incoming giant fist. "3 Gongs"

~BBZZZZZZ~

A strange buzzing sound echoed throughout the platform, the Whacking Wham was overpowering Gong of Bourdon. At the same time, the masses heard something

~GONG~

The spiritual technique of Ethan was pushed back.

~GONG~

Argus Woska's spiritual technique overpowered Ethan's.

~GONG ---- BOOOOOM~

3rd gong resounded and the giant fist burst in mid-air, leaving the majority with their jaws dropped.

Master Franco who was excited calmed down. Disappointment danced on his face.

"Master Franco, aren't you happy? Someone has chosen your hard work." Said Master Bisma.

Franco remained silent. Instead of him, Albus replied. "If Franco was to be in his place, he would have rung 8 gongs. The lad has a good physique but he only managed to ring 3 gongs that's why he is disappointed."

Bisma laughed. "Well, he is the first one to ever ring a gong."

"Haha, that's true. My techniques are not for everyone." Franco cackled.

Ethan sneered. "You have some power, worthy to follow Ezra Zephyr."

The laughing face of Argus Woska changed. "Are you judging his majesty by fighting me?"

"Indeed I am, a subordinate represents his master," Ethan answered.

The atmosphere suddenly changed, and killing intent rose from Argus Woska. He dashed towards the giant Ethan, the sturdy mountain-like youth concreted his stance, ready to even take a falling meteor.

Argus threw a left jab, Ethan flinched and raised his hands to block the lightning-fast jab.

~WHOOSSH~

All he blocked was air, it was a feint. He lowered his gaze only to find that a straight punch was about to hit his chest. He gritted his teeth and toughened himself with spiritual energy.

"Gong of Bourdon, 6 Gongs"

~BHAAMM~

The punch hit directly and cleanly to Ethan's body, the impact shook him up. But that was just the tip of the iceberg.

~GONG GONG~

Two powerful blows hit his chest and he vomited out blood.

~GONG GONG~

He was blown away, the light armour he wore was damaged.

~GONG GONG~

His ribs got broken, his armour was shattered and his mouth was filled with his own blood.

"Hahaha, very impressive. 6 is passable, he is not on my level but he is above the rest." Master Franco jumped in excitement.

Argus Woska raised his hands and jumped. "I won, hell yeah." The jolly bulky werewolf was amidst the celebration when the humongous one stood again.

"Huh, you can move?" Argus asked with a puzzled expression.

Ethan breathed heavily and muttered. "Come out, Tundolulika!"

~SWWIIISSSH~

A giant wave of spiritual energy emerged as the Martial Spirit of Ethan came out, a giant dark blue golem, his body seemed to be made of an uncertain type of metal.

Ethan clenched his fist and it started to gleam in dark blue.

"Whacking Wham" he called out his attack.

The same gamma layer skill that he used earlier, but this time he had his martial spirit out.

The same fist formed with shattering and forceful spiritual energy.

The size of the punch was 5 times larger, the Whacking Wham spiritual technique moved towards Argus with destructive intentions.

Argus looked at the incoming attack and blew out his breath. "Hooh! Alright, no more mercy."