The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

While the area outside the mountain range was in an uproar, in the rocky arena, Ezra Zephyr wore a slightly unhappy expression as he stared at Ajin Pardo. The spiritual energy vibrations from the latter made him feel a significant amount of pressure.

Peak level of Core Formation stage. Compared to Umor and the rest, this opponent was different.

Ajin nonchalantly looked towards the prince, and unhurriedly said, "The last time we met, I respectfully gave you a way to apologise to junior sister Denise Tubble in order to resolve the grudge between the two of you. However, junior brother Ezra Zephyr, you were simply too arrogant and directly rejected my kind gesture.

Therefore, in order to help junior brother Ezra Zephyr understand your situation, I made a request of junior brother Umor and the rest… Haha, of course, senior brother Wilson Sallow was also involved."

Ezra Zephyr smiled a little. After all this time, it turns out that Umor and the rest had been on Ajin Pardo's instructions. Moreover, Wilson Sallow? Wasn't he the 2nd ranker of Blood Slaughterer Peak? Why would he want to kill the prince?

"It seems like I've disappointed my two dumbass senior brothers…" Said Ezra Zephyr with indifference. Since the two of them were clearly intent on making life difficult for him, there is no way for Ezra would let this matter slide.

Ajin Pardo nodded and sighed, "Yes, I was indeed a little disappointed. I did not believe when I heard that Umor and the rest would be eliminated by you."

Even till now, Ajin Pardo found this result quite difficult to accept. In his opinion, Umor and gang was already a powerful line-up. Ajin Pardo would never have expected them to be defeated by Ezra Zephyr.

The prince sighed and stretched his back. "You didn't watch the result of our fight, I believe? Did your discourser tell you the details?"

Ajin grasped the handle of his sword with both hands, as its scabbard gently knocked on the ground. Indifference returned to his eyes as he said, "The details mean nothing, since you have showed up in front of me, you no longer need to think about passing this stage.

In order for my Blood Slaughterer Peak to regain some of its pride, I will need to give you a good thrashing. If you still have abit of rationality within you, I suggest that you surrender now. Otherwise…" Ajin gently smiled, before he continued, "Don't blame this senior for bullying you in order to teach you how to abide by the unspoken rules."

The prince yawned and made a grabbing motion, in next moment, the purple hook promptly appeared in his hand. Not a single ripple could be seen in his clear eyes as he lifted his head and looked towards Ajin Pardo. "Then let's talk about the rules. Is the objective of the championship battle to defeat you?"

Ajin Pardo was taken aback, before he soon burst into laughter. However, his eyes turned colder and colder as a derisive smile appeared on his lips.

"Junior brother, it seems like your earlier victory has made you lose your rationality."

Ajin pointed at that three feet long and 2 feet wide rectangular clock behind him and said, "Right now, the top 10 disciples of the selection will each encounter a veteran diamond belt disciple from the seven peaks. The winner of the championship battle will hinge upon which of you will be able to last the longest.

After 2 hours, the one who is left standing will be the champion. Therefore, junior brother Ezra Zephyr, what you should be thinking about now is not how to defeat me, but how long I will allow you to last.

Truthfully speaking, we are initially supposed to go easy on all of you such as to give face to the various peaks, allowing all of you participants to last a little longer, and maintain some sense of dignity."

"However…" Ajin Pardo shrugged, his eyes turning a little colder as he stared at Ezrq Zephyr and said, "My plan is to make you the first one to be eliminated."

By this point, it was clear that Ajin Pardo was not going to show any mercy. As for going easy on Ezra Zephyr, that was even more impossible.

The prince clicked his tongue "Tsk, another elder of this sect is going to lose his talented descendent. Just because they didn't select their enemy wisely, arrogant cunts."

A grim expression filled Ezra's eyes, as Drepa in his hand rapidly shone. Its sharp small purple blades was pointed towards the ground at an angle, while black lightning rose to the sky like a rod of bolt.

The loud sound of thunderclaps seemed to echo from within the lightning spiritual energy. "Your sorry existence will be used to set an example for all, do your best to survive these 2 hours." Ezra Zephyr slowly said. Not a single hint of fear could be seen in his eyes. Instead, a wicked grin appeared on his face.

His opponent was indeed very powerful, but Ezra Zephyr was a calamity in humanoid shape. In his opinion, every strong enemy was a whetstone he would use to build his power.

At the sight of Ezra Zephyr, who was overflowing with killing intent, the derisive smile on Ajin Pardo's lips widened.

"I sincerely hope that you will be able to keep up this spirit later on…"

The sword in his hand suddenly slashed behind him, causing tearing noises to be emitted from the air.

~SHEE~

The rectangular clock behind him started, a loud ticking sound.

Ajin wielded his sword with one hand, while the expression in his eyes abruptly sharpened. A giant wave of dark green spiritual energy shot out from his head and soared into the sky.

His spiritual energy was akin to a giant green sword that towered between sky and earth.

A sharp and intimidating pressure swept forth, as the cry of a sword filled the sky.

"Ezra, you made my Blood Slaughterer Peak lose plenty of face earlier. It's now time for payback!"

An enormous dark green spiritual energy pillar rose into the sky, stirring the wind and clouds as a powerful sword aura pulsed from it, causing the entire area to be filled with the cry of a sword.

Ajin Pardo immediately displayed the astonishing might of a peak 7th level Core Formation stage.

The expression on Ezra Zephyr's face remained same as he tightened his grip on the purple hook.

When Ajin Pardo's spiritual energy charged into the sky, 9 other powerful spiritual energy pillars also erupted on the other nine peaks, each one reaching the strength of the peak level Core Formation stage.

Evidently, the fights on the other 9 peaks had also began.

However, compared to Ajin's spiritual energy the other 9 powerful spiritual energy pillars seemed to be holding back a little. Just like what Ajin Pardo had said earlier, they were purposefully holding back out of consideration for their junior brothers and sisters.

However, it was clear that Ajin Pardo had no intentions of doing so.

In fact, even the many disciples outside the mountain range could detect this as well.

However, they could only sigh in pity with regards to this. Ezra Zephyr was truly unfortunate. Out of all the possible opponents, he just had to bump into Ajin from Blood Slaughterer Peak. Anyone else would have most likely gone easy on Ezra.

Around the river, Lychris was watching the fight. He lifted his head to look at that powerful spiritual energy that had erupted from a certain mountain peak, as a look of hatred flashed in her eyes.

He had lost all face in front of Ella Abella earlier.

Though he resented him, he was also very fearful of her. The heartless ferocity in Ella's eyes earlier as he thrust his brush towards him had sent a chill through his heart.

As a result, he no longer had the courage to oppose Ezra Zephyr before Ella. However, it seemed that Ezra had finally used up all of his blessings. To think that he would be unlucky enough to encounter Ajin.

"Ezra, it's too early for you to become Diamond Belt. Senior brother Ajin will make you understand how stupid it is to offend our Blood Slaughterer Peak!

Don't even think about advancing any further in this selection. As for the championship title, you can dream on!"

...

On the mountain peak, Ajin sneered as he suddenly slammed his palms together.

~SWWOOSH~

That hundred foot tall dark green energy pillar suddenly split apart, transforming into dozens of light rays as they fell from the sky. Each ray was in the shape of a sword, pulsing with an incomparably sharp aura as they descended.

Their speed was as quick as lightning. The sound of rushing wind echoed from above Ezra. His figure instantly etherealized as he quickly retreated like a wisp of smoke.

~BOOOM BOOOM~

Streaks of dark green spiritual emergy viciously rained down. They struck the ground like giant swords, leaving deep scars behind.

Every blast of green spiritual energy that landed would give rise to a destructive shockwave.

Meanwhile, Ezra Zephyr was akin to a leaf boat floating on the waves, wobbling precariously at every gust of wind. His surroundings were filled with danger, and a single slip was all it would take to capsize him.

The final stream of green energy landed.

Ezra Zephyr's feet slid across the ground, leaving two long trails upon it. His expression was extremely grim, because there were now numerous small wounds on the surface of his body.

These wounds had been caused by the sword aura from the green spiritual energy.