The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

"He is a sorcerer?" Someone asked.

"Yeah, that was clearly chains made from a spell, that was not a skill."

"What is his attribute? Black lightning!"

Gaze after gaze strangely stared at the prince. Although the latter had just ascended to the 6th level, the power he possessed was clearly extremely astonishing.

Under numerous shocked gazes, the prince curved his lips. "Hmm... this spell works much better than I thought."

"Boy, that attack would have killed you if landed," Fenrir spoke.

"I know but only 'if' that had landed, I believed in my intuition"

Fenrir sighed. "My misfortune, I am stuck with a reckless boffin."

Ezra laughed. He looked towards the crowd that had been awed by his punch and said, "Is there anyone else who wants the bounty? If so, please hurry up."

Everyone looked at each other, bitterly shaking their heads in the end as they began to withdraw.

Ezra's earlier punch had already made clear his strength. It was not known whether the 3rd Circled bald sorcerer was dead or alive after receiving a single punch, and most of them were at best only equal in strength to the latter.

If they stubbornly chose not to back off, they would likely end up with the same fate as the bald man.

Another thing was the guarding martial masters of Bloodfang, they didn't make a move when Bald Sorcerer was attacking, even after witnessing his power.

Therefore, although spiritual crystals were valuable, they were not worth one's own life.

Given the current situation, people like them could no longer interfere.

The prince of Bloodfang clapped his head when he saw them withdraw. He coldly spoke. "Did I allow you to leave?" His voice resounded, halting the masses.

"What!? You want to fight all of us?" Someone asked.

"All of you will die here together with this stupid musclehead." Uttered Ezra as he looked at Ixtal Molarch

The latter's expression was currently extremely ugly, clearly surprised that the bald sorcerer did not cause even a single injury to Ezra. Instead, the bald man had even become an example for others, making them too intimidated to interfere any longer.

The Bearman took in a deep breath, his grim expression gradually returning to an expressionless one.

He stared at Ezra Zephyr, killing intent flooding out in his eyes as his hand slowly closed around the fiery-long dim red axe that appeared within it.

Powerful qi erupted from his body like a storm, shaking the surrounding space.

An overwhelming pressure enveloped the area.

The numerous gazes in the vicinity looked towards him in respect. Ixtal's strength was clearly at a different level than ordinary Core Formation experts.

The axe in his hand was slowly raised, pointing towards Ezra Zephyr as an icy voice sounded across the mountain.

"I originally wanted to save myself the trouble, but it seems that I have to do this personally. Well... guess I'll save myself 3 million spiritual crystals."

The numerous figures on the mountain began to back away, their gazes filled with searing anticipation as they looked towards the bulky bearman.

"Will the next chieftain of the Bearmen tribe will fight him personally?" they asked as their eyes even forgot how to blink.

On the mountain range, rocks rotated along the big bulky axe in Ixtal's hand as he pointed it at Ezra Zephyd while his smoky black qi churned in the sky above, forming a giant black cloud.

Thick and searing waves spread from within it. Ixtal had yet to attack, but the pressure from him had already exceeded the bald man from earlier.

"As expected from the Bearmen tribe of Stripe Beast Empire." Numerous figures whispered inside the mountain range. There was no need to question Ixtal Molarch's strength. He was an elite even amongst the many prided geniuses.

The current him had already reached the peak 1st level of the Core Formation stage and was much stronger than ordinary Core Formation experts.

"I'm afraid that Bloodfang's prince will not be able to flaunt his power like before."

It was true. When you compared the two, Ixtal was clearly superior. He wielded a Special tier Earth Shattering Axe and had numerous tricks up his sleeves. No matter how one looked at it, Ixtal's chances at victory were higher.

"Humph, let's see who will save you this time." Iciness flowed in Sky Lees's eyes. She had originally believed that it would be easy to deal with Ezra, but the latter just seemed to become more and more of a problem. In the end, even Ixtal Molarch had been forced to personally take action.

However, it was over now. She looked towards the remaining few Spirity Beast squad members and coldly said, "Block off all of his escape paths and stop his countrymen from helping him, he will not be allowed to flee this time."

The remaining few members had already completely cast their lot in with Ixtal Molarch. Hence, all of them nodded after hearing Sky Lees's words before dispersing in all directions, sealing every path of escape available to Ezra and surrounding the 56 martial masters of Bloodfang Kingdom.

"Shifa, we must help his majesty." A member of Bloodfang said.

"No, his majesty hasn't given any orders, we must wait for orders." Replied the calm and composed Shifa.

"But..."

"Believe in his majesty" Theor added.

On the mountain top, Ezra calmly watched them do so, not seeming to care at all but a sinister smile formed on his face as if he had planned something for everyone. His gaze soon changed and locked onto Ixtal.

The strength displayed by the latter was indeed far beyond regular experts.

The fire of battle intent slowly rose in Ezra's eyes. Before his martial breakthrough, his chances of victory against an opponent at Ixtal's level were naturally slim, but now... it was going to be very different.

"Efsa, Drepa..."

The duo weapons appeared in Ezra's hands, a short sword's sharp tip that flickered with a chilling bluish light and tormenting poisonous hook, itching to dig holes.

Black chaotic lightning also began to swirl around Ezra Zephyr like a thunderstorm, turning all the rocks in the vicinity to dust...

Ixtal tightly gripped his axe as he coldly said, "I will let you know that your qualifications are not enough to permit such arrogance before me!"

The instant he finished speaking, Ixtal's figure abruptly shot forward, his figure blinking from place to place like a ball of cloud before arriving in front of Ezra Zephyr.

The former's axe shook, transforming into countless flashes of smoky qi with a dim red sparkle that seemed to cover the sky as they engulfed Ezra Zephyr, targeting his limbs.