The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



The previously assumed genius of this batch of Spirit Devouring Sect broke free from the spell of Ezra Zephyr.

The prince gave him a tentative look and smirked. "You angry?"

These two words ignited the wrath of the man whose white clothes turned red from his own blood.

"Come out, Spuram!" He growled.

~WOOOOSH~

A giant wave of spiritual energy was released by him, the amount of the spiritual energy he emitted was startling, it surpassed Ravina Ingale by a large margin and was slightly above Xyr's.

Soon, a mysterious sword gradually revealed itself, the top came first, sharp and ghastly then the blade was fully revealed, greenish with strange ancient runes on it. Small tornados and powerful gales circled the sword spirit as if the air was worshipping it.

Some people were surprised when they witness the martial spirit of Drake Tubble. There was a certain peak master whose heart bled, a genius martial master with the spirit of the sword. That was the master of Blood Slaughterer Peak.

However, the number of people who were astounded was smaller than the number of people who pitied him. They were aware of the fact how ruthlessly the former no.1 was beaten and hung in mid-air by Ezra Zephyr. Not only that, his subordinates even manage to secure the top 10 positions.

And even now, the unflinching and imperious demeanor of his assured them that no one can go against Ezra, at least, not from this barch.

~WHOOOSSH~

The spiritual energy of Drake Tubbles was windy and green, even on the 2nd platform, Ravina Ingale felt the oppression of wind. She then turned her sight to Drake's opponent, however, only a shock was waiting for her.

"Just who is he!?" She asked herself.

Unlike the rest the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom didn't budge an inch, his entire body was covered with black lightning, the spiritual energy of his stood on equal grounds with that of Drake Tubble.

Equal grounds? Impossible! Drake was driven by the deep urge of killing Ezra that rose from the antagonism that he accumulated throughout the 3 months. Apart from that, he had called his Martial Spirit and had a breakthrough. One more thing to keep in mind was that he was now 3 whole levels ahead of Ezra in martial prowess.

But still, the mighty atrocious werewolf prince was unflinching, his martial spirit was not called, he was not in a state of frenzy and neither did he breakthrough but yet, he was calm and domineering.

"You have to do far more than that to defeat me." Ezra chuckled, there was a mock behind the smirk.

At the same time, a scarlet glow surfaced in Drake's eyes as his body jumped, appearing in the sky above Ezra Zephyr.

His hands rapidly formed a series of seals as dark green spiritual energy began to flood the area behind him.

"Cyclone Ordnance, Triple Sword!"

The disciples who watched clicked their tongues and shook their heads in disappointment.

"Cyclone Ordnance, again."

"It's futile, I never thought that I'll see young master in such a state."

However, those who were sane were aware that whatever is happening now is different.

The amount of spiritual energy fused in the spiritual attack was 4 times higher. 3 comets appeared in the sky, surging with the dark green spiritual energy of wind attribute.

Ezra created 3 pillars of spiritual energy each hundred feet tall dashed into the sky from the top of his head. Savage violence pulsed from the three pillars, and at closer inspection, one would discover the glowing silhouettes of three ferocious Martial Animals within the pillars.

The moment the 3 spiritual energy pillars emerged, the three Martial Animal inside them hissed and roared, faintly resembling a dragon roar as a cruel and savage aura spread across the area.

The eyes of countless disciples widened, evidently recognizing the technique.

The technique the prince had used was also one of the high grade Gamma layer techniques of the outer mountains Mystic Demon Library, the 8 Lost Dragons! Ezra smirked and mumbled. "I'll consider this as your last wish, come."

Drake Tubble made another sign and with a loud banging sound, he clapped his hands. "Merge!" The dark green spiritual energy that made 3 different comets begin to merge and the three comets started to rotate.

But there was a strange thing, the sword spirit of Drake, Spuram, moved and floated in the middle of the three comets.

Soon, the three comets merged, Ezra glanced at the spiritual phenomena.

~FHOOOOSSHHH~

Another giant gust of wind and the three comets couldn't be seen anywhere and instead, one gigantic sword floated in mid-air. The shape and colour, everything of the sword resembled the martial spirit of Drake Tubble. However, the size was grand.

The prince squinted his eyes and pondered. "I've seen a similar scene somewhere?" He recalled his memories and his face became grave.

He remembered that similarly, the Baron of Elfpatria merged his martial spirit with his attack and attacked Carlo Aur. But... Carlo Aur easily obliterated him.

Drake Tubble signalled and the merged attack of Cyclone Ordnance and his martial spirit descended. The prince paid no heed and launched the counter-attack and the three dragons made of black lightning roared and hissed. They marched to meet the attack of Drake Tubble, Ezra's smirk vanished for some reason.

The sword came down cutting air and space, the dragons caused deafening roars and came together like a calamity. Drake already lost to that attack once and now the same attack was coming. The disciples jolted on one another to see the outcome of the clash of titans.

~BBZZZZRRRRRRR~

The mountain quaked as the two powerful attacks hit each other, Drake Tubble doesn't have any reason to live if he couldn't defeat Ezra. The humiliation he received later will never be washed. It will be written in the history of this batch in Spirit Devouring Mountain. All he wanted was the death of Ezra Zephyr, he cried and prayed to the upper realm for that.

To his demise, his opponent was someone who had plans to destroy the upper realm as well.

The three dragons bit the giant sword as Ezra uttered. "You are nothing but a frog in the well."

As the words of Ezra ended, spiritual energy in his body became chaotic and the whole golden platform was destroyed by the bolts of black lightning.

~BOOOOM~

A loud bang and the giant dark green sword shattered into specks of spiritual energy, Drake Tubble vomited blood and fell on his knees, dumbly staring at Ezra Zephyr.

The prince gave him one last look and moved his hand.

~ROOOAAAR~

The dragons moved and passed through Drake and then vanished. What remained on the golden platform was Ezra Zephyr and the knees of Drake Tubble. The former so-called genius of unofficial outer mountain disciples perished.

There was no one amongst the disciples who celebrated the victory, some were sad because Drake was their leader, many started to fear the power of Ezra Zephyr, a few regretted that they couldn't join Ezra's side when they could, while the rest pitied that a rare genius like Drake Tubble died such a miserable death.

~SWWIISH~

Another surge of spiritual energy was felt, it came from the 3rd platform. Zulfi Dimitry finally defeated Paul Channa, there was a huge gash on latter's chest that spat out blood.

Not long after, all the platforms concluded their battle and the official outer disciples were chosen.

The Naran disciples took the top platforms together with those non-shiyan disciples that chose to follow Ezra.

The injured disciples were celebrating their victory, and the disciples who stepped out of the platform felt an unwanted regret, they knew they left to keep their life but still. They were also martial masters who aimed to walk on the path of martial prowess. However, there was one sparkle that shone brightly in their heart and reignited the extinguished flame, the name of that sparkle was Bloodfang Kingdom.

The celebration continued until a voice resounded. "Attention!" Master Franco said.

The disciples startled at first but then corrected their posture, it was the time for them to enter a peak.

"Congratulations, you all have officially become disciples of Spirit Devouring Sect. However, do not celeberate so soon because the real hell has just started. This sect is run by the rule of jungle, the strong shall eat the weak, keep that in mind.

And those who couldn't become disciple of our sect, there is another option available for you, isn't it?"

Ezra jerked his head to see the Peak Master. Master Franco winked at him with a side-eye. "If Supreme Leader is supporting him then why shouldn't I?" He told himself.

"And lastly, the top 10 disciples will be given the reward accordingly and they also possess the right to join any peak that they desire.

Starting from 1st ranker. Ezra, which peak do you want to join." He stopped for a moment and continued. "My Arcane Wizardry peak is ranked first amongst the 7 peaks, I can guarantee you a broad future."

"Although my peak has all females, I will make you an exception." Said Master Bisma of Colleen Evil Peak.

"Young one, you have a great mind and controlled senses, Heavenly Fiend Peak is best for you." Added Master Uxama.

"Don't listen to them Ezra, you have great movements, Blood Slaugh-"

"Oh shut up." Before Master Tarar could complete Master Franco stopped him. "Look at that lad's body, he's made for my Divine Demon Body."

Master Albus sighed. "You greedy leeches, he must have made his mind, let him speak for himself."

Only then did the peak masters calmed down and look at Ezra with thirsty eyes.

The prince smiled and said. "I'll join Alchemic Rune Peak."

NOTE: Hello guys! This is the end of Volume 1: From Innocent to Atrocious. I had many shortcomings and late updates but you guys stuck to me every time. Thank you very much.

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