The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



"Looks like the first place really will be decided between these two." Arcane Wizardry Peak Master Antero laughed with interest.

Colleen Evil Peak's Master Bisma swept a glance at the Blood Slaughterer Peak Master Tarar and remarked, "Having competition is good. If Drake was the only one in the running with no one to fight him, this peak selection ceremony would be boring."

Over the years, Blood Slaughterer Peak had constantly used all kinds of means to get their hands on highly talented disciples, making them grow stronger and stronger.

Although this was done with Supreme Leader's approval, Bisma did not feel comfortable about it.

She felt that Tarar's actions were disrupting Spirit Devouring Mountain's atmosphere.

A face as fair as jade, the youthful-looking Tarar smiled slightly and said, "Ezra's martial spirit is not weak, and should have some tricks up his sleeve. However, I'm still more optimistic about Drake's chances.

His spiritual energy cultivation far surpasses his opponent, is from the Tubble clan, and has very stable and solid foundations. He is not to be underestimated."

His gaze suddenly swept towards Ravina's figure as he frowned slightly without anyone noticing.

Didn't Drake admire Ravina? Wasn't their relationship suppose to be good? Why had Ravina chosen to help Ezra instead in last 3 months? The attitude she displayed towards Drake, did not look as if she had a good opinion of him.

·ƈθm Under the attention of countless gazes, on the golden stone platform, Drake's gaze grew increasingly icy as he stared at Ezra, the former's glare as sharp as the edge of a blade.

He did not waste his breath speaking, because he could no longer be bothered to say anything. The thing he wanted to do the most now was to crush Ezra's face under his foot. Only doing so would he be able to release the pent-up rage in his heart.

"How dare a peasant like you to have designs on the woman I've taken a fancy to?"

Drake's five fingers abruptly clenched tightly as dark green spiritual energy erupted from his body without reservation. His spiritual energy turned into a several hundred feet wide green hurricanes that violently raged around him.

The martial prowess displayed by Drake Tubble had already reached the peak of the 4th Level Core Formation stage, far surpassing all the other outer mountain disciples.

Spiritual energy pressure spread, sweeping towards Ezra Zephyr.

The prince stared at Drake with a mocking mile. He could feel the spiritual pressure pulsing from the latter's body.

The latter was after all a peak 4th level Core Formation expert.

The spiritual energy around Drake's body grew increasingly vigorous, the iciness in his gaze finally peaking as word after word was spat out from his mouth in a chilling voice,

"Ezra!"

~SWIISSSHH~

The instant the last word was said, Drake Tubble's body seemed to turn into a series of afterimages as he abruptly shot forth, a fist brutally punching the prince.

Dark green spiritual energy swirled around the fist, like a howling tornado that caused even the golden ground below to cracked.

Even a 3rd level Core Formation practitioner would immediately be heavily injured if hit by this punch.

Drake had made full advantage of his peak 4th Level Core Formation strength.

The fist rapidly enlarged in Ezra's eyes. His body shook faintly as mists appeared, while his body was fully etherealized.

"Gossamer form!"

His figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

~BOOOM~

Drake's punch landed on empty air, the space rippling due to its power.

Drake Tubble's expression was eerily cold as his body shot forth once again. A few dozen feet away, Ezra's body had just revealed itself when the sharp sound of rushing wind followed like a shadow.

~SWIISH SWWISH~

Two figures seemed to teleport on the giant golden stone platform, the piercing sound of rushing wind continuously ringing in the area. They were so quick that several people were dazzled by their speed.

However, from what everyone could see, Drake was fully in control of the battle. His attacks were swift and ferocious like a storm, ceaselessly trying to engulf Ezra Zephyr, causing him to retreat time and time again.

Although the Gossamer Steps made him extremely fast, Drake's spiritual energy was also able to enhance his speed, making him just that tiny bit slower than the prince.

There were many instances where Ezra seemed to narrowly dodge by a hair's breadth, making the onlookers' hearts jump in their bodies.

On 10000 stone platforms, some of the disciples whose battles had already ended lifted their heads, their expressions changing as they watched the battle on the golden stone platform.

They would likely not last even ten rounds if they were in Ezra's place, before being effortlessly defeated by Drake's torrent of attacks.

~BOOOOM~

Drake's punch blasted empty air again, his vigorous spiritual energy making space itself tremble. A sharp force pierced through space, landing on Ezra's body.

However, the latter's etherealized body merely shook slightly, neutralizing the force.

His figure borrowed its momentum to fly even further away, his nimbleness hitting the extreme.

Drake's expression was coldly indifferent as he frostily said, "Do you only know how to dodge like a rabbit?"

However, his words did not affect Ezra Zephyr. He made speed his weapon and though Drake's attacks were swift and powerful, it would take a toll on his body if he continued.

To abandon one's advantage after a single provocation from the opponent was something only an idiot would do.

Drake's eyes hardened when he saw that Ezra Zephyr was ignoring him. "It seems that you believe I have no way to deal with that! I've said this before, no matter how fast you run, you're only a rabbit!

Your Gossamer Form technique is no threat to me at all! Watch how I break your Gossamer Form!"

Drake's hands abruptly came together, and a mocking smile rose from the corners of his lips as a chilling voice sounded,

"Gamma layer skill, Gale Sea!"

In that instant, Ezra Zephyr suddenly felt all the wind in the area sweep over, covering every inch of the stone platform.

Space rippled faintly as the wind began to take on the shape of countless wind blades. The wind blades came together, forming a sea of blades.

Ezra Zephyr's figure stood at the centre of the sea, a slightly grave look appearing on his face.

Drake was capable indeed. This method had directly sealed off his speed advantage.

"Ezra, I will show you the gap between us!"

Drake's gaze was akin to the edge of a blade as his hand abruptly clenched.

~BBIIZZZZ~

Countless dark green wind blades vibrated. A split second later, they seemed to cover the entire sky as they shot forward, engulfing Ezra, who had no place to hide.

Alarm and shock filled every gaze in the area. Drake was indeed a formidable individual.

~BIIZZZ~

Green wind blades seemed to form a sea as they engulfed every corner of the golden stone platform. The innumerable vibrating wind blades flickered with an icy light, a sight that made one's heart shiver inside.

In a brief moment, Drake had displayed an impressive tactic, showing that his title as the number one amongst the ten great outer mountain disciples was not just for show.

Gazes that could fill the sky converged on the spot where Ezra Zephyr had been in the sea of wind blades as everyone wiped the sweat off their foreheads.

"Kill!"

A chilling light glowed in Drake's eyes. Without any hesitation, his hand closed as a sky full of wind blades shuddered. With a howl, all of them shot towards Ezra Zephyr's location.

"No matter how fast you are, you can't escape from the range of my wind blade sea!"

Ezra also seemed to understand that he would not be able to avoid this. Hence, his body did not move from the stop, merely concentrating on the wind blades that were zooming towards him.

Every wind blade contained deadly spiritual energy. Let's not mention the 3rd level Core Formation expert, even an ordinary 4th level Core Formation would be pierced full of holes.

As the one who was trapped deep inside this sea of wind blades, Ezra Zephyr's situation was far from reassuring.

Under the attention of countless gazes, the sea of green wind blades arrived at their destination, drowning Ezra Zephyr's figure in a few brief moments.

~CHE CHE CHE~

A piercing noise stealthily sounded as the golden ground was riddled full of holes. A sea of wind blades swept forth, tirelessly unleashing a torrent of attacks.

It was a long while later before the sea of wind blades finally stopped their assault. Every single gaze in the area immediately looked over, only to see Ezra Zephyr's figure standing on the exact same spot.

A cold smile was revealed on Drake's face. To forcibly endure his attack, let alone a 2nd level Core Formation like Ezra, even a 4th level expert would be gravely injured.

However, just as the smile on his face was widening, it suddenly froze slightly when his gaze looked to the front.

The leader of Naran stood there, his gossamer body covered in purplish gold scales that protected him.