The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



On the purplish gold scale armour, lightning flickered.

It was the power of Dragon Pelt. The purplish gold scales were clean, there was not a single scale that was damaged. The sea of gale blades had failed to break through his layers of defences.

An uproar began to spread in the area. No one had expected Ezra to so easily withstand the attack that was powerful enough to seriously injure a 4th-level Core Formation stage.

On the spiritual energy tree, peak Master Antero nodded and said, "Not bad, that should be the Gossamer Steps technique. Reaching this level in a short three months really shows his talent."

The Divine Demon Peak's Master Franco's voice was akin to a clap of thunder. "Those purplish gold scales seem to be a type of formidable body strengthening technique. This kid is suited to walk the path of body tempering."

The miserably looking white brow Master Uxama from the Heavenly Fiend Peak shook his head and said, "Although the purplish gold scales have decent defensive capabilities, the main reason why the kid was able to block Drake's Gale Sea technique was the unshakeable mental and spiritual power of his.

That's why, I feel that psychic prowess is stronger than body-tempering techniques. The latter will easily result in the body growing too powerful, making one stupid."

Franco's eyes widened in a glare as he angrily said, "Old white, no matter how much bullshit you spout, your shitty illusion prowess will still be a path one takes when every other option has been exhausted. How can it possibly compare to body tempering?!"

The white brow Uxama shook his head and sighed. "Like playing the lute to a cow, simpleton."

The Colleen Evil Peak master Bisma looked towards Master Tarar and said, "It seems that it will not be so easy for Drake Tubble to become champion."

The Blood Slaughterer Peak master Tarar merely displayed a kindly smile as he replied, "You are mistaken peak master Bisma, Drake had merely been probing his opponent earlier. If Ezra was unable to even deal with such attacks, he would really be a little too weak.

Drake has held the initiative from start to end. The fact that Ezra can last so long with his 2nd level Core Formation strength is already very impressive, but it will be very difficult for him to stop Drake."

Bisma smiled faintly and said, "We shall watch and see."

On the 7th branch, the expressionless elder of Alchemic Rune Peak did not dare to interject into the conversation between the peak masters. However, his mouth curled slightly.

In his opinion, Drake was sure to win this battle, and Ezra's resistance was ultimately akin to a mantis trying to block a cart.

On the golden stone platform. Drake's expression darkened slightly as he gazed at Ezra Zephyr, who had managed to withstand his wind blades.

The former's eyes grew even colder as he nonchalantly said, "Ezra, you do have some ability."

He had originally believed the prince would be injured by his technique, but it looks like he had miscalculated.

Evidently, he had still underestimated Ezra's strength.

Although the latter was only at the 2nd level Core Formation stage, he had numerous tricks up his sleeve, making it hard for anyone to pin down.

The purplish gold scales on Ezra's body gleamed. He did not intend to reply, as a similarly icy light flashed in his eyes.

His foot slammed into the ground, and his gossamer body disappeared from the spot. A split second later, he appeared in front of Drake Tubble, a fist covered in purplish gold scales blasting towards the latter along with thundering black and red lightning.

He had begun his counterattack. "Oh? Finally dare to face me directly?"

Mockery rose from the corners of Drake's mouth when he saw this. He did not back down, a fist also flying forward as spiritual energy tore through the air.

~BHAM BHAM BHAM~

The two exchanged dozens of blows in an instant, each attack ruthlessly aimed at the other's fatal spots.

Although Ezra Zephyr's attacks were ferocious, all of them were blocked by Drake. The advantage of being a 4th-level Core Formation stage meant that his spiritual energy was much stronger than Ezra Zephyr's.

Drake Tubble mocked through the lightning-quick exchange of blows, "Is this all your attacks amount to?"

He swung his palm as he sneered, squarely hitting Ezra Zephyr's fist shadow. The spiritual energy in Drake's body flooded out, slapping the prince's fist shadow away.

~PHAAH~

However, the moment Ezra Zephyr's fist shadow was scattered, his right hand came swinging through, and an alarming amount of spiritual energy suddenly converged towards the centre of his palm. The spiritual energy transformed into a glowing big twinkling ball swirling with wind and light, berserk undulations violently pulsing outwards.I think you should take a look at

"Glittering Wind and Light!" A deep voice echoed in Ezra Zephyr's heart.

Drake Tubble's pupils violently shrank. Ezra's true attack had been hidden under his numerous fist shadows, the earlier attacks merely a distraction.

The wind and light ball rapidly enlarged in Drake's eyes.

However, Drake was no ordinary individual after all. At this perilous moment, he suddenly sucked in a deep breath as his cheeks rapidly ballooned, before blowing out a stream of green spiritual energy.

"Green Glowing Force Nail" The green spiritual energy transformed into a thin shadow that shot forth at an alarming speed. In a flash, it smashed into the glittering wind and light ball.

~BOOM~

A violent shockwave unfurled, sweeping the prince and Drake Tubble away.

Their feet smeared across the ground, leaving behind long skid marks, while they stabilized their bodies.

Drake's expression had grown even uglier. He had nearly been caught in Ezra's sneaky attack earlier, forcing him to reveal one of his hidden trump cards.

One should know that the Green Glow Force Nail was a low-tier Gamma layer spiritual technique. It was made from condensed spiritual energy and possessed astonishing power. If used at the right moment, it could even bring about a reversal.

However, it needed to be refined in advance and had now been forced out by the werewolf prince.

The prince's expression changed slightly, not because he had failed to injure Drake, but because the latter was still hiding such a card up his sleeve.

The green shadow from before was way too quick, and the prince would likely be struck if he was not guarding against it. Fortunately, he was now prepared for it.

Drake's murderous gaze looked towards Ezra as he suddenly shook his head and said, "It seems that I have underestimated you. As such, don't blame me for bullying you because of your weak and poor background."

Ezra's brows knitted together as vigilance appeared in his eyes.

Drake let out an icy chuckle. With a deep breath, his hands abruptly began to form a series of seals. Green light immediately dashed into the sky from the top of his head, the earth-shaking cry of a sword ringing from within. Just like an eagle's cry.

Countless gazes converged towards the spot and saw a long green sword within the green light. Piercing rays of light exploded from the sword as an astonishing aura unfurled.

The eyes of innumerable disciples abruptly widened at this moment, as cries of shock and horror began to sound one after another.

"That is… a Special Tier Weapon?!"

Green light whizzed out from the top of Drake's head. Inside the light, a green sword released a loud and clear sword cry. A formidable pressure spread from the sword.

Countless gazes looked over in horror and shock, seeing the ancient patterns that had been carved onto the sword.

Green light swirled around it, giving off an aura of mystery. The handle of the sword was covered in green feathers making it appear similar to a soaring green eagle.

This green eagle sword had clearly a level of top within Special tier weapons, given to a master armament smith, it can break through to higher tier.

On the spiritual energy tree above, the peak masters' gazed at the green eagle sword and said, "I've heard that the Tubble clan has a treasure called the Green Eagle Blade. It's a top-grade Special tier Weapon that was made from the beak and feathers of a tier 4 Martial Animal, the Green God Eagle.

Although the sword Drake has summoned seems similar, it does not give off the same sharpness and is likely an imitation.

Even so, it has reached the special tier Weapon level, a mighty power to any Core Formation practitioner."

Master Bisma frowned slightly and said, "It's rather unfair to rely on an external item to achieve victory."

Peak master Tarar chuckled and responded, "There is no rule that bans the usage of spiritual weapons in the peak selection ceremony. After all, obtaining a weapon is part of one's luck, which is also a kind of strength."

Bisma giggled. "Hehe, what a coward way to dodge the incoming defeat."