The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

"Ca-Canine Fists" Dhongi's eyes almost popped out, he stuttered in fear.

The other one to be shocked was Meulo Jomez, no one didn't hear the name of Feroza Zephyr the Canine Fists once in their life. The battle maniac king of Bloodfang who was so obsessed with duels and battles that he never paid heed to the kingdom, opening doors for Lionmen to sow the seeds of revolt.

The man landed down on the ground as he gazed at the two kings, the kings who were cocky just a few seconds ago were now in sweats and shivers.

"What were you talking about? Ah, I remember, you said you are enough to slaughter us all, right? Well... why not show us in practice, here I am, a proud resident of Bloodfang. Come here and kill me." Said the Canine Fists.

"How are you alive?" Asked Meulo, he regained his calm. Unlike Dhongi Bushtail, who was still trembling in disbelief.

"I never died in the first place, don't waste time on stupid questions. Let's get it started." Thick white flames engulfed him, that was the qi of Feroza.

Out of nowhere, an attack was launched. A spear was thrown at the former king, and Feroza slapped it away, but the power behind that spear was not trivial. "A Nascent Soul expert!" Feroza murmured.

Two more figures emerged from the formation of the coalition army, their faces were hidden by hoods. There was a macho being and a slender figure, Meulo jumped towards them and Dhongi followed him.

Feroza glanced at them, and slowly his feet left the land and floated until he could stand on equal height as them.

"And who you might be?" Asked Feroza.

The long cloaks and hoods were removed by the figures and their bodies were shown. One of them was an attractive looking female of the human race, it seemed that she was fond of the purple colour. Her attire, lips and pupil were of purple colour. Giving off a venomous emanation.

The other was a giant beastmen, from the bearmen tribe. His height mounted Feroza's, the former king asked in confusion. "Since when, bearmen became lionmen's lapdogs?"

"I am not a lapdog but an independent cultivator, affiliated with Brownmane Empire. The same goes for her, she is mute and deaf so we call her Silence " Beastman said as he gestured towards the female and continued. "I thought I came here in vain, but you can entertain me," Bearman said, his words were firm and full of confidence.

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"It's four versus one, you can not win," Meulo said.

"Who said it's four vs one?" A voice came and another individual raised from the city. He slowly reached and stand beside the Canine Fists, it was none other than the King of Bloodfang Kingdom, Mirza Zephyr.

"You have reached Nascent Soul? How is this possible, you had a 4th-grade spirit like me!" Dhongi spouted in disbelief, it took him a lot to just reach the first level of the Nascent Soul stage. He couldn't digest the fact that the defeated and destroyed king was at the same level as him, who have lived hundred years of flattery and begging.

How could a bandit become a king in the first place, he wiggled his tail in front of the Brownmane family. In terms of age, he was older than Feroza Zephyr, he witnessed the power of Canine Fists on many occasions, and that's why he was affected most when he saw the former king alive.

The four of Nascent Soul stage looked at the duo expert from Bloodfang, "Do you have any more from your side to make an appearance? My fists are itching to punch your face, please make it quick."

Feroza found his opponent, Mirza looked at Meulo and Dhongi, the former was at the peak of 7th Circle, a sorcerer who is comparable to an early Nascent Soul stage expert. Meanwhile, Dhongi Bushtail was at the early 2nd level of the Nascent Soul stage.

Meulo opened his eyes. "I will be you..."

"Stop, let me kill him," Dhongi said, interrupting Meulo.

"Can you beat him?" Dhongi gave a death glare to Meulo, and the latter laughed and uttered. "Haha, alright. He's yours."

Meulo and the purple girl looked at the masses, and the female asked with gestures. "What are they doing here?"

"What?" Meulo asked as he looked down, wondering what she is talking about.

His sight landed on the objects, "Puppies!" Said Meulo.

They indeed looked like puppies, but they didn't know in which disaster they had put themselves.

Meulo opened his palm, and blood poured out from his fingers and formed into two big sharp roads.

"Blood Needle" Meulo uttered and the needles descended like lightning.

The two cubs were none other than the sons of Fenrir, Hati and Skoll.

~GGRRRRRR~

A gigantic roller came, evaporating the needles all the way, Meulo flinched and dodged, the female was cautious from the very start and saved herself.

The flames were scorching, "What is this heat!" Uttered the female.

When they looked at the field again, two gigantic wolves were standing.

~GGRRRRR- RAWR- GRRRR~

There was a resentful wolf of cerulean colour with some white stripes here and there and 13 meter tall body, he looked enraged and kept growling with barred fangs. His eyes were attached to attackers and his teeth were made of pure bluish ice, with breath akin to a frosty breeze. He was Hati, the one who hates and chased the Moon during Ragnarok, the moon imprinted on his glowed in white

Standing beside him was another same-heighted wolf, but he was calm and didn't look at the opponents. His crimson-coloured body with few black batches on it was admiring, he gazed at Meulo for a second and scoffed, his behaviour was deriding. He was Skoll, the one who mocks, the sun imprinted on his glowed, telling that he was the one who chased the sun.

"These stupid wolves are martial animals!" Meulo said and spat down on them.

Skoll witnessed that disrespectful action and could no longer ignore the sinner, he growled. His teeth bloomed with blazing magma, each breath emitted a round of hell fire. The pride of the cavalier wolf was hurt and he could no longer bear the presence of that infidel felon.

Everyone present was affected by the mien of martial animals, enemies and allies alike, Ezra was surprised as well. He remembered the words of Fenrir that the nature of his sons will be shown in their true form.

The Bearman silently watched the two wolves.

"Look at me, they are not your opponents but I am," said Feroza.

"No need to look at yo-"

~BAAMMMM~

A loud banging punch landed by Feroza, and Bearman blocked the attack. "I underestimated, you live up to your name."

"Shut up, that was cringy."

"My name is Fomeid." Said the bearman.

Feroza was indifferent, "I never asked."

Feroza clenched his hand, white flamed qi engulfed his both arms up to his shoulders, it was a sight worth watching. An old man in black attire with his hands blazing in white.

The bearman released his qi as well, his fists were covered with a pointy surface of scales. The two people gazed and smiled at each other, both thinking how funny their opponent is.

Meanwhile, the two kings have yet to start a battle. Dhongi unsheathed his long sword if one sees the norms of swords. It was a long junk of metal with a sharp edges on both sides. Be that as it may, it was a special weapon, bestowed to the king of the Warborn Kingdom by the Brownmane Empire.

"I'll kill you, right here at this very place and then slaughter that bastard son of yours. And then will spend every night with your wife, I heard the rumours that she is a fine beauty." The king of Warborn said, his voice was not low, he intentionally said it loud.

Being a bandit he never had a sense of pride or shame, just advantages and disadvantages, just like how a bandit should be.

The rage arose inside the Bloodfang martial masters.

Feroza looked at him with a side eye as he was busy battling Fomeid.

Mirza quietly looked at him without speaking, he touched the scar on his face and gritted.

Meanwhile, blood was shot into Ezra's eyes and he uttered in absolute wrath. "Skoll, Hati, drag them somewhere else. Vacant the battlefield."

The two wolves who can't be controlled twitched their ears in affirmation, Hati was first to attack. He bolted up in a fierce manner and within a blink, the female sorcerer was in the vicinity of Hati's opened jaws.

~CRRUUCCK~

Silence dodged the bite by hair's breadth, a single belated moment and Hati would have devoured the female. The human sorcerer was horrified, her arms were frostbitten.

Her eyes widened in surprise, just from the breath of Hati she got frostbitten. She dashed towards the side, but to her surprise, Hati was faster.

Meulo was in a sweat, Hati and Silence went towards the east. Meulo wanted to avoid a direct fight with a flame-spitting wolf. However, he was not in the power to decide that, Skoll opened his mouth and spat a flame roller, Meulo dodged and was forced to move towards the west.

The battlefield opened, and except for the 8 powerhouses from both sides, the remaining martial masters were now ready to kill each other.

Ezra held Efsa in his right hand and Drepa in his left, "Kill them all!" ordered Ezra.