The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



The next djinn of the cult stood firmly or it may seem like that way. 

The peak masters looked at the Glacier Dragon and the 5 orbs revolving behind his back. "A 5th Grade Spirit, how could he have a 5th Grade with that much talent?"

"Maybe, there is more to it, he is a mystery. That spirit is of ice attribute no matter how you see it but that boy also used lava attribute. We can only wait and watch." the murmur of peak masters ended with that.

The dreadful look of Xyr in the eyes of people who witnessed the deadly attack, the young sorcerer came out. He successfully defended the attack, however, not unscathed. His clothes with printed dragons were in tattered form, not to forget that they were unique tier armament. His right arm was bleeding but soon, icy mana came over and froze the blood and closed the wound. There were visible burns on his body as well, Ravina Ingale indeed launched one murdering attack.

The mist that blurred the 2nd silver platform slowly but completely vanished, the image of Xyr in everyone's mind was carved as a tenacious sorcerer. Martial Sorcerers are mostly long-ranged fighters unlike Martial Cultivators, be that as it may, there was some rarity in that. There were few exceptional sorcerers who could fight in close range and those sorcerers are deemed as hazardous entities, and the man named Xyr was one of those.

Xyr took a deep breath and looked at his opponent for a few seconds, he smiled. The lady in red was dumbfounded, she was sweaty, exhausted and dried of spiritual energy. A horrific expression was painted on her beautiful face, her rose red lips were trembling. "I ca-can't believe i-it, how did he survive?" she mumbled.

Ezra Zephyr spoke, his voice was loud as a rumble of thunder. "Ravina Ingale of Rhiyan Continent has launched her attack which was successfully defended by Xyr of Naran Continent. Now it is Xyr's turn to attack." he then looked at Ravina and said. "Do whatever you can to defend."

Despite being severely wounded, Xyr was rather calm, he shot a glance at Ezra Zephyr and uttered. "Master, I can barely stand, allow me to go all out or I'll fall."

The gigantic number of disciples gasped when they heard it, Xyr didn't act tough and said what the truth was.

"So he is really hurt!"

"Yeah, I mean… I thought he was merely bleeding."

"Merely bleeding? What the fuck does that mean? Do you have any fucking idea how lethiferous that spiritual technique was, for a second I thought the goddamn sun is coming down. Gods! I almost shat my pants."

"Arcane Wizardry Peak is already ranked 1st, with this monster in it, the rank will not budge an inch in future."

"How come you are so sure he will join Arcane Wizardry Peak?"

"What other good options do rare sorcerers have? Arcane Wizardry Peak is the only peak that can nurture a true genius sorcerer."I think you should take a look at

Numerous chatters loomed within the ranks of disciples as they looked at Xyr, at that very moment there were some whose eyes were stuck on Ezra Zephyr.

The werewolf prince of Bloodfang Kingdom nodded his head simply, the smile on his face was constant. Just below the 2nd platform, another subordinate of Ezra Zephyr was present, he was not forgetting to observe the change in Ezra's facial visage.

Seeing how his liege was satisfied with an outsider but was disappointed with him boiled his blood, he regretted his naive morals. "They gave me life, they gave me purpose and I… I failed his expectations…" he cursed himself. But no, not just himself but two others, one was his rival, the man who stole his liege's attention and the other was the golden-haired glaive martial master who caused this blunder. There were only two thoughts in Zulfi's mind, one was how to gain his liege's trust back and the other was how to kill the other two.

<Spiritual Tree>

On the floating tree in mid-air, the masters were curious. "To think the 2 layers wouldn't hinder her Flight of Phoenix. Master Uxama, you got some excellent descendants." Said Master Albus

The old man simply shook his head. "That skill sucked every bit of sparing spiritual energy within her body, the only remaining qi she has is essential to keep her alive. So she is as vulnerable as a newborn calf in front of a beast at this moment. All the praises deserve to be sung for the talent of that sorcerer boy, not only he saved himself but he also protected his strawhat haha.'' It was at this point that everyone saw the hat connected to his neck by a string swinging in the air, untouched and unharmed.

Master Antero spoke this time. "The attack drained Ravina Ingale and I believe the Winter Fort spell also required a tremendous amount of spiritual energy, and he even managed to form 2 layers, let's see what he'll do now. I assume that he'll cast a 2nd circle spell at most or perhaps – 3rd circle spell, if he is genius amongst geniuses."

Hearing that everyone nodded, a calmness fell on the spiritual tree when a new voice came. "He'll cast a 6th circle spell." The voice came from the last branch.

The heads of every peak master wheeled to where the 7th branch was, on which a man sat, he had a gloomy and defeated face, grey hair with white sideburns.

"Why do you believe that, Master Shims?" Asked Master Antero.

Master Franco added. "Learning Gamma layer skill or spells of 5th and 6th circle is not easy, 3 months are short to even comprehend half of a single spiritual technique of that level. I bet my balls that he won't cast another spiritual technique of that level."

In reply, the man put effort and stretched a fake smile. "Just a hunch." 

The other peak masters didn't say anything and nodded their heads, the man was weakest out of 7 in every aspect but still, there was a sign of respect in every master's eyes when they looked at him.