The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

In the Energy Mountain, everyone was waiting to see the number of bolts.

Besides the rest, even Ash Bekham and the other non Shiyan and Rhiyan disciples, whom had spoken up for Ezra Zephyr earlier, also cast their gazes over.

In mid air, Elder Yin also turned his attention towards Ezra Zephyr.

Under the numerous watching gazes, Ezra's eyes remained shut as the world essence energy continued to descend.

Time swiftly passed with thunderous noises.

World essence energy seemed to have been squeezed out of some unknown domain, appearing in the sky above Ezra Zephyr, before endlessly falling onto him in the form of white lightning

Under the attention of countless gazes, time swiftly flowed. A 100 bolts faded away in an instant.

Every gaze was unblinking as they continued to count the bolts.

A 100 bolts, 150 bolts, 200 bolts.

It soon reached 300 bolts. However, the descending lightning of world essence was still as clear and bountiful as before, showing no signs of waning.

400 bolts, 500 bolts.

By this time, the expressions of the first class Shiyan and Rhiyan disciples had turned a little ugly. This timing had already surpassed their own.

They could not help but sourly remark, "He does have the talent."

Only Drake remained impassive, not even the slightest ripple visible on his face.

World essence energy continued to fall as time continued to flow. It soon reached 700 bolts.

Low cries of surprise began to ring out in the mountain. This timing had already surpassed 90% of the people here, and even some first class disciples would be left far behind in the dust by this number.

"I can't believe his body tempering is so high." Said Levoe in amazement.

Lasting this long was clearly out of his expectations. Drake Tubble frowned slightly. "This guy..."

He had detected that even at 700 bolts, the Heavenly Tribulance that descended from the sky still showed no signs of stopping. It looked as if the reserves were still ample.

750 bolts… 800 bolts... 1000 bolts.

The entire Energy Mountain had fell deathly silent. The Shiyan first class disciples swallowed their saliva and looked towards Drake, seeing the latter's brows now tightly furrowed together.

Ezra had already surpassed his record.

The thing that made Drake's expression sink the most was that even at a thousand bolts, the falling lightning of world essence still showed no indications of weakening.

Several of the first class disciples could not help but blurt out, "Just how strong is his body?! How can he bring back so much Heavenly Tribulance at Core Formation stage on his first time?!"

Drake Tubble's gaze flickered for a moment. He stared deeply at Ezra Zephyr and indifferently said, "Interesting."

"How amazing!" Ravina Ingale's eyes also glimmered faintly, her voice filled with interest. She had realised that she could no longer estimate the extent of his abilities.

The young man who had originally been nothing special in her eyes now seemed a little unfathomable.

As soft gasps sounded across the mountain, the Heavenly Tribulance continued to fall, lasting all the way till 2179 bolts under everyone's stunned gazes.

Numerous disciples looked to each other, not knowing what to say.

Even now, the Heavenly Tribulance they could bring back was far from being able to match this number. And yet, Ezra Zephyr had achieved it despite being from a remote continent, who is merely famous for 7 sects.

Although this did not determine one's future accomplishments, it would at least give Ezra Zephyr the absolute advantage during the Core Formation stage.

A single round for him would be equivalent to several round for them. How could they match his efficiency?

Drake Tubble let out a long breath, his eyes turning as deep as the night. He looked towards the stunned Shiyan disciples in the vicinity and said in a nonchalant voice, "No need to make a mountain out of a molehill. His body is likely stronger than ours because he practices a Body tempering method.

I'll admit that he does have ambition, training both Spiritual Energy and Body. Though ambition is good, one should only do what's within one's capabilities.

Dual cultivation would result in having to split one's efforts and attention, making him unable to be as focused as us. Therefore, when the time comes where we step into the Foundation Establishment stage, he will likely still be struggling at the Core Formation stage.

Likewise, how long he lasted against Heavenly Tribulance doesn't mean anything, because the most important factor is still how many spiriyual energy Gobs he managed to create, the true representation of one's foundations."

The other disciples nodded in agreement after hearing this. It was indeed as he had said, dual cultivation might give one the ability to utilise multiple strategies, but it also meant difficulting in achieving proficiency in both. Thus, it may be better to focus on one like themselves.

At the very least, if they could reach the Foundation Establishment stage, though their bodies would not be as strong as Ezra's, they would still be able to easily finish him off in a fight.

As for the Spiritual Energy Gobs, they were tiny specks of light created from the amalgamation of spiritual energy and Heavenly Tribulance, and looked similar to shapeless gobs. Hence why they were called Spiritual Energy stars.

Someone asked, "How many Spiritual Energy Gobs did senior brother Drake create on your first try? I believe I managed slightly over 20."

"I only had a little more than 50." Drake smiled faintly.

The others once again secretly wet their lips. Having over fifty Gobs after reaching the Core Formation stage was enough to show the abundance of Drake Tubble's spiritual energy.

Ravina Ingale's gaze concentrated on the prince of werewolves. She too understood that although how long the Heavenly Tribulance lasted showed the strength of his body, the most important thing to the Core Formation stage was the number of spiritual energy Gobs.

"I made sixty three back then, I wonder how many Ezra Zephyr will create." she mumbled.

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's Name: Memoir of The Forgotten Hero)