The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Ezra's figure penetrated the mist, landing on the vast mountain range. The mist partially obstructed his vision, making his surroundings appear rather hazy. However, he was still clearly able to sense several spiritual energy undulations nearby.

"Participants, the 10 peaks are located in the depths of this mountain range and are locked behind stone doors. To open these doors, you will need to acquire 20 marks to use as a key."

"To obtain a mark, you will need to either defeat one of the other participants or search for the mark hidden in Diamond Mountain.

Thus, for the sake of obtaining the mark to ascend the 10 peaks, go forth and do whatever you want. You will be teleported out of the Diamond Mountain once you accept your defeat, a death is less likely to happen but a crippling injury is common, so be prepared."

Peak Master Antero's voice thundered across the mountains after Ezra and the rest entered.

"Death is less likely to happen?" Ezra's eyes narrowed when he heard this. In other words, it was the permission to kill, one can murder another before he accepts his defeat.

This was the condition Ezra liked the most. 

"All of you, go back to your faction members and make sure to get a place in the top 10 peaks," Ezra ordered the 5 subordinates who followed him.

"My liege, it's dangerous to be alone." Said Theor.

The prince looked at him over his shoulder. "Now you will protect me?"

Theor flinched. "I apologise, but…"

"Enough, don't ruin my fun. We'll meet at 10 Peaks. Go." The prince said and sped up, the five subordinates scattered as well.

After all, those who could participate in the selection were not ordinary individuals. One would likely have to go through a tough battle in order to obtain a single mark. Hence, most will look for the hidden mark.

"As expected of the diamond belt selection, the difficulty is pretty crazy for a normal disciple." Ezra smiled.

However, there was no fear in his eyes, but instead a burning eagerness. This diamond belt selection was the perfect opportunity to create a carnage.

~BBZZZ~

Amidst this, he could sense berserk spiritual energy explosions occurring in the mountain range, a sign that the battles had already begun.

The rules announced by Peak Master Antero pitted the numerous disciples against each other, causing intense fights to break out almost immediately.

The prince did not linger any further. With a push of his foot, his figure shot towards the depths of the mountain range.

~SWISH~

Ezra's toes brushed past a tree branch when he sensed something.

~BOOM~

Berserk spiritual energy exploded above him, followed by a roar. One could only watch as a figure appeared, ferocious spiritual energy sweeping towards the prince like a storm.

This person had been hiding, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack when someone else came along.

The powerful attack loomed towards him, but not a single ripple could be seen in Ezra's eyes. His five fingers swiftly formed a fist as a punch was sent towards the figure descending from above.

~BAANG~

A wave of spiritual energy swept outwards, snapping the surrounding tree trunks.

Ezra's figure had not budged from the spot, only the branch below his feet swaying a little. The one that had attacked from above, however, let out a groan as he was sent flying backwards. He quickly turned around to escape, knowing that he had encountered a tough foe.

"Since you've attacked, don't even think about leaving, you greedy motherfucker!"

Ezra did not intend to let this individual off. His figure instantly turned ethereal, appearing right behind the fleeing figure like a wisp of smoke.

"Please no, forgi…" The figure instantly cried out in horror.

However, Ezra's expression remained calm, spiritual energy surged in his body as a black lightning-covered fist mercilessly slammed into the figure's back like thunder.

~CRACLE~

The figure was sent miserably tumbling forward, smearing a hundred-foot-long track on the ground as he vomited a mouthful of blood. There was a visible hole in his back, black lightning could be seen messing his spinal cord.

A ray of light fell from the sky, sweeping up the figure and throwing him into the chasm. He had clearly been disqualified and teleported, but that injury was life-threatening.

Ezra made a grabbing motion with his hand, causing a thumb-sized glowing mark to emerge from the direction the figure had been thrown in. The mark shot towards the prince, branding itself on the back of his hand.

"1 mark obtained." The corners of Ezra's lips lifted slightly as he looked at the faintly glowing seal on the back of his hand.

"19 more…"

His figure faintly etherealized, turning into smoke that darted forward.

At this current time, battles were erupting all over the vast mountain range, burst after burst of spiritual energy exploding here and there, making the place appear exceptionally busy.

It was a lively start to the diamond belt selection.

…

~BOOOM~

A wave of berserk spiritual energy suddenly exploded within the dense forest, tearing up the surrounding ground as thick tree after tree was snapped at their waist.

A space had been cleared in the forest, Ezra standing in the middle of the crumbled ground, as a disciple fell facing the sky some distance to his front, his face was hollowed by a punch. Within a blink, he was swept up by a ray of light.

A glowing mark landed on Ezra's fist, he now had 4 marks.

"16 more…" The prince frowned. He had been searching for disciples for quite some time, only to realise that the disciples from the other six peaks had begun to group up in twos and threes to guard against the other peaks for the time being. This made it harder for him to kill.

After all, none of the other participants were small fries, and if they were two they would get enough space to surrender.

What's more, he hasn't found any of the Blood Slaughterer Peak participants at all times.

It was at a time like this that the pitiful state of Alchemic Rune Peak was revealed. The participants from the other 6 peaks numbered in the dozens.

Ezra Zephyr secretly shook his head. A competition like this was far too disadvantageous for Alchemic Rune Peak, and it was already pretty amazing for them to have one or two new diamond belt disciples each year.

"Hey, bastard! Come out."

While various thoughts swirled in Ezra's head, he sighed and his eyes suddenly moved as he abruptly wheeled towards the forest on his right.

He picked a stone, engulfed it with black lightning and threw it.

~BOOM~

Deadly spiritual energy swept out from the forest, deflecting the stone with a bang.

The giant tree in the vicinity was caught in the aftershock, crashing to the ground.

The prince looked over, only to find a young man holding a sword with a green edge. The spiritual energy around him was extremely strong and vigorous, while also exceedingly sharp, a sign that he had a weapon-based martial spirit.

The young man's sword was slanted downwards at his side as he smiled at Ezra Zephyr and said, "Hehe, I'm only passing by my junior brother."

The prince glanced at the back of the young man's hand and saw three marks. This excited him a little. To think that this fellow had also managed to get 3 marks. The way he acted showed that he didn't find the 3 hidden marks but defeated 3 disciples.

"You're from Blood Slaughter Peak?" Asked Ezra as he clenched.

"Blood Slaughterer Peak's Sean." The young man nodded with a smile.

"You've been following me for some time" Said the prince. The truth was that he had already faintly sensed that someone was secretly tailing him since earlier. This someone was likely this Sean.

Sean nodded again upon hearing this.

"You're trying to delay me?" asked the prince

A playful smile seemed to rise from the corners of Sean's mouth as he stared at Ezra and nonchalantly said, "Delay you? Junior brother Ezra, you think too highly of yourself."

"Although senior brother Umor has his own plan, I feel that you do not have the qualifications to make so many of our talented Blood Slaughter Peak disciples come to deal with you. That's why I'm revealing myself now."

A dazzling radiance surged on his sword as he slowly raised it to point at Ezra Zephyr. There was a sharp and proud look in the young man's eyes as he said, "After I take care of you by myself, senior brother Umor will understand that his plan is unnecessary."

~SWISH~

However, the instant the words left his mouth, Ezra's etherealized body had already shot forward, leaving images in the air as he dashed towards Sean.

"What the.. !" Surprise and fury flashed in Sean's eyes upon seeing that Ezra clearly showed no concern for his words, and had instead chosen to ignore them and attack. In Sean's eyes, his opponent was obviously looking down on him.

"Do you really believe that defeating Kimba gives you the right to be so cocky? Allow me to inform you that Kimba had overwhelmingly been defeated by me when he was still in Blood Slaughter Peak!"

Sean's foot violently slammed into the ground as a wave of sharp spiritual energy unfurled from his body, instantly tearing deep gashes in the ground around him.

Sharp qi swam through the air like fish, heading straight for Ezra Zephyr.

The prince saw the attack and mumbled "Another side character to die."