The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

For the next few days, the training sessions by the creek was not put on hold. Ezra Zephyr still continued to help everyone knit their yarns. The only difference was that he was spending the majority of his time immersed in his own training.

By the creek, the numeros disciples often looked towards Ezra Zephyr with complicated expressions.

They could sense that Ezra seemed to be trying his best to make every last second count. However, when this scene fell in their eyes, it undoubtedly made them feel that Ezra Zephyr was not confident.

Hence, they could only lament continuously inside. After all, the progress while training here was just too delightful.

The thought that they would lose it all in a few days only made them more depressed.

After another training session ended, the numerous disciples slowly dispersed, while Mahi Ingale walked to Ezra's side and said, "Hey, you've not been looking too good these past two days."

She could also sense that Ezra had become much more silent during the past two days, his entire being seemingly tensed up as if feeling an immense pressure from Roshi.

The prince slowly opened his eyes and smiled somewhat helplessly. "Roshi has such a huge head start on me in the Gossamer Steps technique, of course I have to speed up my training."

"A hasty last-minute effort…" Mahi's red lips curled downwards. She hesitated for a moment, before she said in a low voice, "How about I help out. I can find someone to transfer Roshi back to the official outer mountains."

Her old ancestor was the master of the Heavenly Fiend Peak, someone with extremely high status. As long as he were to open his mouth, transferring an outer mountain disciple was like having a yawn for him.

"Yeah we can help you." Ravina Ingale arrived.

Ezra was somewhat surprised as he glanced at Mahi and Ravina, unable to stop himself from grinning as he said, "Don't you hate those who go through the back door the most?"

He recalled that at the very beginning, Ravina Ingale had been exceedingly unfond of him, because she had been under the impression that he had relied on his relations to become a first class disciple.

Now, this same prideful Ravina and jolly Mahi were actually willing to help him pull strings. This was something that Ezra was extremely surprised by.

Mahi's pretty face involuntarily blushed when she heard this. Ravina flinched as well, soon after, she glared daggers at Ezra as she said, "I'm only doing this out of consideration for the numerous outer mountain disciples who are learning the Gossamer Steps technique.

Since you have the capability, you are naturally the most suitable person for this role. Why should you be replaced?

Furthermore, you've promised to help Mahi reach the second level of the Gossamer Steps technique. If the right to teach is stripped from you, what will she do?!"

Ezra began to laugh, his opinion towards Ravina growing a little more favorable. However, he waved his hand and said, "Thank you for your good intentions, but it will be best for me to resolve this matter myself."

A mere Roshi did not have the qualifications to force him to rely on a girl's connections.

Ravina softly snorted. "I don't give a danm about your opinion anymore, I'll ask my old ancestor to help you out. Like I said, I can't let my cousin study under that bufoon Roshi."

Ezra smiled and scratched his head. "If that's the case, then... tell him to supervise the fight. Elder Yin may do something to make me fail."

Ravina and Mahi smiled. "Sure, we can do that much."

Ezra smiled again as he scratched his head, his actions looked cute to both girls.

The young man before them may seem quite straightforward and good looking when he smiled, but the pride inside his bones did not lose to anyone else.

"You'd better train hard. I do want to see how far you can push the Gossamer Steps technique during these few days."

With a twist of her tiny waist, Ravina turned around, her red figure akin to an escaping bundle of fire. Contrary to her, the curvy Mahi gently turned around, using every part of her hips to walk like a surging wave of ocean

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Five days gradually passed under the expectant gazes of the many outer mountain disciples.

On the morning of the fifth day, a ray of sunlight broke through the thick layers of clouds, shining on the unbroken mountain range. The outer mountains that had been silent for a night suddenly began to burst into activity and noise at this moment.

Countless figures rose into the sky on using spiritual energy, jumping towards a certain giant mountain.

Before one of the houses, a fully dressed Roshi walked out the door, where Moshi was already waiting.

Moshi looked towards Roshi, who was in glowing spirits, and said, "Elder brother, we'll finally be able to resolve all of our grievances today."

Roshi's expression remained unchanged, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed towards a certain creek in the outer mountains. In the end, a sneer of contempt appeared from the corners of his mouth as he rose into the sky with a stomp.

"Let's go. After today, I'll make it such that Ezra Zephyr will no longer dare to utter the three words Gossamer Steps technique!"

A majestic, lush mountain stood amongst the mountain range of the outer mountains

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Today, a seemingly endless stream of spiritual energy light figures descended from the sky at the foot of this verdant mountain, breaking its peace and serenity by filling the area with excitement and noise.

Today was the day of the match between Ezra and Roshi, and the venue was this very mountain.

This was why it had become the focal point of the outer mountains.

After all, there had never been a competition between an unofficial outer mountain disciple and an official outer mountain disciple for so many years. Hence, even a mere spiritual technique based match had managed to draw everyone's eyes.

A dozen or so figures descended from the sky, landing just outside the green mountain. They immediately drew gaze after gaze filled with respect, because the one that led them was Drake Tubble, dressed in his usual white clothes.