The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

At the top of the crumbled boulder. Ezra's clothes fluttered, his eyes suffused with a sliver of iciness as he stared at Ixtal some distance away.

Not only had the latter disrespected him and his kingdom, but Ixtal Molarch had also even placed a bounty on the prince, causing him no small amount of trouble. It was now finally time for these debts to be cleared.

Ixtal did not seem to mind Ezra's icy gaze, instead, mockery appeared on the former's face as he coldly said."What bold words. Do you truly believe that advancing one single level in the Qi Brightening stage makes you invincible?

Who here is not also at the Qi Brightening stage? Look around fake prince, there are Core Formation experts ready to kill you.

Moreover, so what if you have quite strong subordinates, at the end of the day, you lack strength and even let your subjects surpass you."

His gaze turned towards the fifty six martial masters of Bloodfang Kingdom in the area as he continued to speak, "My bounty I previously placed on his head is still valid. Whoever can take his life will be awarded 3 million spiritual crystals.

That applies to you guys as well, why are you serving a ruined kingdom and a disabled prince, join hands with me and your name will be renowned to the whole continent."

Theor gritted his teeth, what he feared was happening, their cultivation became the reason for their prince's disrespect.

"Your majesty," Shifa spoke.

"Yes?" Answered the prince.

Shifa looked at Ixtal and uttered. "I hear a dog barking, am I allowed to cut that noisy mutt down?"

Ixtal's eyes widened for a moment, pausing for a moment before laughing. "Hahaha, every one of these Bloodfang bitches is abnormal."

The surrounding people guffawed as well.

Those that laughed were clearly aiming for the bounty, 3 million was no small sum after all, and was more than enough to buy the martial resources they needed.

Hence, several gazes filled with ill intent began to turn towards Ezra.

It was just as Ixtal had said. In everyone's eyes, Ezra's only power was his country's martial masters who were guarding him.

The current Ezra was merely a 6th level Qi Brightening stage practitioner.

Although he was one level higher than earlier, this did not make much of a difference to the Core Formation stage and 3rd Circle practitioners present.

Therefore, it was not long before a bald man walked out. He had a fierce looking face while cruelness flickered in his eyes. He displayed a savage smile to the prince as he said, "I've butchered quite a few geniuses, but it is my first time dealing with someone like you."

~BOOOM~

Vigorous Mana exploded from his body, revealing that he was a 3rd Circle sorcerer.

~BAANNG~

His body lowered slightly and his foot powerfully slammed into the ground, causing it to crack as his figure was sent shooting forward like a cannonball, charging straight at Ezra.

"He is a close combat sorcerer?"

"They are considered strongest!"

Small metal fragments started to form on his head as he cried. "2nd circle spell, Metal Scales"

The bald man's shout was akin to thunder. One could only watch in surprise as he used his head as a weapon, Mana surging over it as the smooth head took on a gleaming metallic black luster.

The terrifying charge blasted away the surrounding air, an attack that was forceful and unyielding to the limit.

The bald man's attack looked rather comical, but its ferocity still made the expressions of several people present change slightly.

Surprise flitted across Ezra's eyes as he watched the black figure ferociously charge towards him. "A rare Metal user sorcerer!"

Every individual specialized in a different kind of spirit, while this person's most deadly weapon was his gleaming bald head.

"If it was before breaking through to the 6th level, I would have to be a little more cautious about this headbutt." The prince softly chuckled. He did not move to avoid the attack, merely slowly closing his five fingers into a fist as black bolts emerged on the back of his hand, bolts that violently thundered.

In a few breaths, two small portals appeared around the prince. The prince mumbled "2nd Circle spell, Chains of Chaos"

The portals moved slightly ahead of Ezra, as the bald sorcerer moved through the duo portals, two black chains emerged from the portals at lightning speed.

~ZOOOOOM - ZOOOOOM~

One chain caught the leg of the attacker while the other chain grabbed his neck.

This was the spell that Ezra copied from the spell grimoire he bought in the auction.

Ezra learnt the formula of that spell and kept practicing to make a spell of a similar kind, with the help of Fenrir and his terrifying talent, he made the 2nd circle spell and named it Chains of Chaos.

The advancing attacker was halted in mid air, the chain pulled him back from marching ahead. Ezra's force power was rapidly consumed but he didn't show any sign of it.

"Aaarrrgg... *cough* whaat is this... aargh." The bald sorcerer was in agony, the chains were made of chaos force, and the nature of Chaos force was to twist, rive and grind. His leg and neck were continuously tortured by the black bolts.

Ezra tightened his fist as he stepped forward, sending a punch at the metallic face of the sorcerer, the two forces violently clashing together.

~CLLAANNNNG~

A loud clang rang out at the moment of impact, before a shockwave that could be seen with the naked eye swept outwards, causing crack after crack to grow from under Ezra's feet.

~BAAANNG~

A split second after these cracks appeared, everyone watched as Ezra's fist continued forward, sending the bald man's body flying backwards even quicker than he had arrived with a miserable cry.

~THHUD - THUUD~

Blood flowed from the bald man's head as his body was sent flying onto the ground, smashing through several giant boulders before slowly coming to a stop.

His figure was only visible for a brief moment before being buried by numerous broken boulders. No one knew whether he was dead or alive.

Silence, complete silence. Everyone blankly watched this scene as they swallowed a mouthful of saliva. No one had expected that the ferocious headbutt charge of the bald sorcerer would end up with him being sent flying with a single punch from Ezra.

The bald man had put his everything into that attack, not to mention that he was also an initial 3rd circle sorcerer, that's the same as a Core Formation stage expert. The might of his earlier blow was so great that those of the same cultivation level had no choice but to avoid it.