The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

In the gigantic coliseum inside of the mysterious Spirity Tower, Rolo Aur was shocked to his utmost.

His eyes widened and his mouth agape as he stared at Ezra Zephyr, his expression showed that he was in dire surprise.

To be more accurate, it was not just him but also the other two from the upper realm who were shocked, the expression of Reema and Karl was similar to that of Rolo Aur.

"How do you... know about Rajah Solimon? Questioned Rolo Aur, his voice shuddering.

On which Ezra grinned as he answered. "You revealed your martial spirit during your pathetic retreat."

Rolo Aur retorted "Cut the crap, no one in the lower realm is supposed to know about mythical martial spirits. Who are you?"

All of a sudden, a thought came to his mind, and his lips opened. "No wait... it's not you. It's your martial spirit!"

"Quite slow, aren't you?" Ezra mocked.

A sudden fear arose inside of Rolo Aur, all this time he acted powerful knowing that no one in this lower realm could be his rival. Even to fill the smallest holes, he made a group of his own with Salom as a pawn.

Everything was going according to his wishes until this very day.

"Do you possess a mythical martial spirit as well? Asked Rolo as a drop of sweat rolled down from his temple.

The prince instead of a verbal answer nodded his head slightly, with his lips wickedly widened.

"Who is it!?" Rolo was frustrated.

"You think I wou-"

"Boy." Before the prince could say, the Monstrous Wolf of Norse called him.

"I'm listening." The werewolf prince answered the call.

"Tell him this $#&#^#&#"

"Haha, you wannabe god, you are malicious." Ezra chuckled before he looked at Rolo Aur.

"The martial spirit I possess is from ancient Greek."

The extreme shock grew even more. "Out of all mythology, he has the spirit from greek." He pondered.

Ezra continued. "You lots are not worthy to fight me, call the holders of Bathala or Kan Laun to fight me, haha."

It was the crossing line of Rolo Aur's patience, "How dare you?"

The peevishness in his eyes flared like a blaze, he rushed towards the prince of Bloodfang.

"Finally a death match after so long" murmured he, as his both arms swung, bringing a hook and a short sword.

~CLAANG~

A loud metallic noise resounded as the duo collided, the weapon Rolo Aur wielded was a cutlass, a strange greyish cutlass that possessed a very sharp edge.

"How dare you disrespect Las Filipinas!" Cried Rolo as his cutlass descended towards Ezra.

"Hoh! Was that disrespect? I thought I merely stated facts." Responded Ezra as he raised his hook to block the incoming attack.

~QAATAANGG~

With a blasting noise, cutlass against the hook, Ezra's left arm trembled from the impact.

But he didn't use his other arm, Rolo's eyes were red in ferocity. The cutlass pushed down the hook.

"His strength!" Ezra was losing in might, he swung his right arm and blocked the cutlass with his short sword.

To his jolt, the two of his arms couldn't block the single-armed attack from Rolo Aur.

~HAAAHH~

Cried Ezra as the lightning bolts flickered around his body, it was not a surprise that Ezra lost in strength.

He was at peak of the Qi Brightening stage but the one he was duelling came from the upper realm, owned an 8th-grade martial spirit and was trained for this.

"You took the name of Lord Bathala with that nasty mouth of yours, I will show you the difference between us. So what if you are from greek? Our Lord Bathala's host is no weaker than the host of Zeus." Uttered Rolo Aur.

Ezra gazed at the barely 18 years old youth in front of him and said "I guess, I have no other choice"

The shoved his hands inside the long coat's sleeves.

~KLIK - KLIK~

The loud sound of unlocking was heard by Rolo, soon the prince took out his hands, and there was a bracer in each of his hands.

"Ahh fuck! My arms were in prison for long..." Sighed the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom.

At first, Rolo squinted his eyes in confusion but soon after, he burst into laughter. "Hahaha, you think that mere bracers off and your strength will rival mines? All good about you is your martial spirit, but unlike you, I am at a higher realm, a big boon for me."

"Shut the fuck up." Retorted Ezra as he threw away the bracers in his bands.

The bracers flew high in the sky, and at some point, they vanished in the mist for a second before being seen again as they descended down like two meteors.

~BAAANNNNNNG - BAANNNGGGG~

Titanic blasts occurred as the two bracers hit the stone ground, the special stones on the ground cracked a little with the blow.

Rolo Aur blinked in bewilderment, "Did he wear them all the time?" He asked himself.

"Invader of the upper realm, here I come!" Said Ezra as he dashed forward.

~CRACKLE~

Just like an embodiment of lightning, Ezra moved at a frightening speed, and Rolo Aur's eyes moved to keep track of him.

"This speed... it's beyond the realm of the Qi Brightening stage. Just who is his martial spirit?" He pondered.

At that very moment, a black flash gleamed at his side. Rolo quickly swung his cutlass.

~CLAANG~

The short sword struck against the greyish cutlass of Rolo Aur.

"There is only one possible answer to your speed, a spiritual imprint! You have used a speed rune." Rolo uttered as his greyish eyes met the scarlet eyes of Ezra Zephyr.

He spoke, "These bracers had special imprints on them, you activated the imprints right before you took them off, those loud clicking sounds from earlier proved the imprints are activated."

The facial expression of Ezra Zephyr turned rigid, there was a strange sense of worry in his eyes.

"If that was your trump card then you should cry because I am your nemesis"

"What do you mean?" The worried Ezra asked.

"You'll know soon". Rolo ended his words as his other hand extended.

"4th Circle Spell, Void Grasp!"

~BBBZZZZMMM~

A spell formula was formed, greyish energy befell on 50 square meter area, and all those in that area became colour blind. They could see nothing but greyish colour, even the people around turned greyish.

Ezra felt strange restrictions placed upon him.

"This is a 4th circled spell that I have cast, within the area, no imprints will work. Your trump card failed you."

Ezra gulped, he jerked his head at his sides to get the gist of the surroundings.

Rolo Aur knew that Ezra would do something to get out of the spell area. "Like hell, I'll let you do anything." Said Rolo as he went with a greyish cutlass in his hand.

Ezra started to run, his speed decreased tremendously.

"I knew it, I was right. He used an imprint" smirk revealed on his face.

"Tell your Greek bastards that the one who killed you was from Las Filipinas."

Cutlass was swung at Ezra Zephyr, and at that exact moment, a chuckle was heard by Rolo Aur.

"Haha, fuck both of you!"

"Huh!"

~BAANNGG~

A punch landed on his abdomen, a powerful punch that Rolo has never recieved before.

He was thrown away by the impact, the blow damaged his inner parts, and saliva dripped from his mouth as he curled up in a ball, even an insane could understand that he was in a tremendous amount of pain.

*cough cough* "How did your *cough* imprint work!?" Asked Rolo as he wiped the corners of his mouth.

"The only imprint the bracers have is a weight-increasing imprint, your spell cancelled and let me use all my power." Answered Ezra.

"You mean, this speed is your..."

"Yes, my natural speed." Prince grinned as he swung the hook called Drepa

Rolo's eyes widened, and despite being in a pain, he jumped away.

"Not so easy!" Ezra released the chains, and the reach of Drepa increased.

~THUUGH~

The hook dug into the bicep of Rolo Aur, he cried and quickly jerked his arm, not allowing Drepa to dig anymore deeper.

The hook came back to his master, the spell Void Grasp ended and everything came back to normal, especially the colour.

"That shitty spell gave me a headache." Ezra said.

Everyone watching was baffled, they stared at Ezra Zephyr in astonishment.

Rolo Aur, the biggest name in Spirity Bailiwick was bleeding while the one considered as weakest gave him the such wound.

Ezra noticed the mass of gazes and retorted. "Don't you have your own battle to fight? If any martial master from my kingdom lacked, I will personally kill him."

These words were enough to ignite the extinguished fire of battle. Reema and Karl, who wanted to interfere with Ezra and Rolo's fight continuously stopped by Farrie and Akkar.

"Let me go before I kill your midget arse." Karl cussed.

"Hoho, you meant my dwarvish arse? Hoho! You are a worthy opponent, I won't let you go anywhere" replied Akmar Boldheart.

At the same time, another one was cussing as well. "Fuck off, slippery bitch, fight someone else."

"Hehe, how can I? You were the one who launched a surprise attack on Baron, face the consequences." Said Farrie Holaleth.