The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



Ajin Pardo was not naive like Denise Tubble. He knew several fortunate encounters were definitely needed to achieve this quality of spiritual energy.

In the stone pavilion, Elder Song's expression darkened slightly, fury flashing deep within his eyes as they locked onto Ezra Zephyr like an eagle. The former had originally planned on stomping all over Elder Lo's faction today, but as it was about to succeed, Ezra had swooped in and made a mess.

Ezra's thunder-like strike also made the mouths of Elder Lo's disciples hang wide open. They looked at each other, and then rubbed their eyes, a little unable to believe what had just happened.

They were already prepared to accept the most cruel of outcomes, and would never have expected such a sudden twist.

"Hell yeah!" Someone besides Elder Lo cried. It was not Mubarak but James Endoro, the same 2nd disciple who hated Ezra. But at this moment, they both were on the same page.

The gazes of numerous disciples looked towards Elder Lo in the stone pavilion. Amazement flitted across his originally expressionless face, before swiftly retreating.

Elder Lo slowly reached his hand forward, grabbing his teacup and taking two small sips, before turning towards the stunned disciples as he sternly said, "Stop dreaming, shouldn't all of you hurry up and cheer for Ezra Zephyr? Have you not had your fill of being laughed at by others?"

Upon hearing Elder Lo's scolding, the necks of many disciples involuntarily shrank back. A split second later, their excited cheers began to boom, finally breaking the spell of silence over the mountain, accompanied by the cheering of Bloodfang army, the cheering resembled the rumble of thunder.

Their yells also brought the stupefied Aily back to her senses. It was a pretty amazing sight to watch how her expression changed rapidly as she felt a burning sensation fill her face.

She had previously taken it as Ezra Zephyr being overwhelmed by fear. No one could have expected him to have concealed his strength so deeply.

"How did he do it…" Mumbled Aily as she bit into her lower lip.

Paige's slightly narrowed eyes widened at this moment, a somewhat complicated expression in her eyes as she stared at the youthful figure in the arena. In the end, he let out a long sigh as she softly said.  "We look down on him too much, perhaps… Elder Rilda is more discerning than all of us."

Her words meant that she was already beginning to acknowledge the appraisal given by Elder Rilda.

***

Kimba's feet had stopped on the edge of the stone stage. He slowly turned around, looking towards the youthful figure behind him as the smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a stormy expression.

"I did not expect that even I would misjudge." Kimba's voice was a little dark.

Everything had been under his control in his opinion and he had been so certain of stomping Elder Lo's side today. But who could have expected that Ezra, whom he was slightly concerned about, would give him such a big 'surprise'.

The momentum he created by showing his martial prowess earlier has been destroyed by Ezra's single punch.

The prince's five fingers slowly relaxed, with no change whatsoever to his expression. He continued to ignore Kimba as his gaze turned towards Sliso.

"I've rested enough, how about I accompany you next?" Kimba's cold voice sounded.

The prince finally tilted his head and glanced at the former, as a mysterious smile appeared on his face, "Don't be anxious… your turn will come."

He turned his head towards Sliso and said, "Are you not coming down?"

On the cliffs around them, numerous disciples could not help but swallow as they silently watched this scene. The prince was not anxious to fight Kimba at all. If it was earlier, they may have believed that the former lacked the courage.

But now, how could this possibly be fear. This was obviously an act inflicting fear into everyone's heart.

It was hard to imagine, but if the prince really managed to take on all three of them alone and completely turn around the situation, his name would undoubtedly spread throughout the entire Spirit Devouring Mountain, a feat surpassing 8 paths of ablution.

With an achievement like this, even Sith Wiggins's fanatical fans would have no choice but to admit that Ezra Zephyr did possess astonishing talent and potential.

Kimba was likewise able to guess Ezra's aim, causing an unreadable look to appear in his eyes. Moments later, he laughed out loud due to extreme anger as he jabbed his finger at Ezra Zephyr.

"Good, good…" They were two short words, but they gave off an endless iciness.

He lifted his head and nodded at Sliso. Upon seeing this, Sliso took in a deep breath, before his figure jumped downwards and landed opposite the prince. However, the former's expression was grave, his eyes tightly glued to the latter.

He cupped his fists together. "Allow me to experience your abilities."

There was no longer any trace of the disdain or contempt from earlier, a deep wariness taking its place in Sliso's eyes.

He had to be very careful, because Andrew, who was equally matched to himself, was now meeting his maker.

However, he would make sure to give everything he had, and not allow himself to be caught off guard like his predecessor. Thus, he believed he would have the chance to personally confirm if that astonishing spiritual energy from earlier was a temporary explosion of power after thoroughly suppressing one's spiritual energy, or was this Ezra really so powerful!

When stood in front of the prince, every gaze in the mountain unblinkingly converged towards the two of them. Andrew had lost too quickly earlier, practically in the blink of an eye. Before the crowd could react, he had already been crushed.

Hence, they were also dying to get a clearer look this time. Was Ezra's previous burst of power temporary, or was he really so powerful?

Sliso was going to give them that answer. 

The atmosphere turned tense. Under the countless watching gazes, Sliso's eyes were filled with wariness, his gaze tightly glued to Ezra.

He cast away all his hesitation with a deep breath, as hundreds of spiritual energy gobs in his core began to glow brightly. Vigorous spiritual energy circulated within his body, ultimately exploding from the top of his head, before diving down and coiling around his body.

A powerful spiritual energy pressure unfurled.

Sliso was an expert amongst the 5th level and was not the least bit weaker than Andrew.

After what had happened to Andrew earlier, Sliso was naturally not going to underestimate his opponent and immediately brought out all of his spiritual energy

Ezra's face barely changed when Sliso summoned his full power, the former's eyes akin to a deep secret pool.

Under the numerous watching gazes, Sliso decided to strike first to gain the upper hand, and not give the prince any chance to attack. Spiritual energy whizzed forth as Sliso's body shot forth like a shadow.

Sliso's body zipped past the air, placing his hands together as robust spiritual energy swept out from his sleeves.

"Owl Shadow Kill!" A dozen torrents of spiritual energy shot forth, seemingly forming a giant shadow. The shadow swooped down from the sky like a hunting owl, swift without equal as it pounced towards Ezra.

Sliso had used a trump card straight away. From its power, it was obviously no ordinary gamma layer technique.

The piercing shriek of an owl was heard as the deadly shadow tore through the air. In the end, it slammed into the prince, who had not moved a single inch since the beginning.

~BANG~

The ground crumbled as dust filled the air.

"Spirit Feather Sword!" A vicious look flashed in Sliso's eyes when he saw his attack land. However, he had no intentions of stopping. He clenched both his hands as the spiritual energy swirling on his palm transformed into dozens of feather-like swords.

Unique patterns decorated the swords as they gave off a heart-palpitating sharpness.

With a jerk of his hands, the feather swords were flung forward, shooting straight into the dust-filled air, causing the ground the crack even more.

~BOOM~

Sliso was merciless, sending attacks raining down like a storm. Wave after wave of astonishing spiritual techniques was thrown out one after another, blasting into the dust-filled area as quickly as they could.

On the surrounding cliffs, the expressions of the watching disciples changed slightly. Sliso's decisiveness and ruthlessness had somewhat impressed them.

Sliso had no plans of engaging in a drawn-out battle, using basically all of his spiritual energy the instant he attacked. Spiritual energy transformed into wave after wave of attacks that seemingly filled the sky, before bombarding the prince from all directions.

In the face of such a bombardment, many 5th-level disciples would have no choice but to perish.

What surprised everyone, however, was that the prince remained where he stood, eating every single one of the torrential attacks.

A disciple could not help but remark in a low voice, "Isn't Ezra being a little too careless, can't believe he's not even trying to dodge…"

"Tch tch, directly taking every attack from Sliso… what is he thinking?"

In one of the stone pavilions, Denise tightly gritted her teeth. "Arrogant bastard!"

Her eyes were tightly glued to the billowing dust. Ezra can't be feeling good after such an onslaught from Sliso!

Numerous gazes were also fixated on the floating dust.

Sliso's figure descended from the air, his complexion rather pale. The rapid slew of attacks he had unleashed earlier had used up 90% percent of his spiritual energy.

He stared at the scattered mess of the arena with a cruel look in his eyes.