The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Theor's expression had turned rather grave as he gazed upon the toying look on Ixtal's face. Meeting the next chieftain of the bearmen tribe here was definitely not part of his plans.

This was really quite unlucky. After all, the current him was completely outclassed. After all, Ixtal had a 6th-grade Martial Spirit.

Hence, Theor's gaze flickered slightly for an instant, before the Qi suddenly exploded below his feet. Not even a shred of hesitation could be seen as his figure jumped and stood in front of Ezra as he said. "Your Majesty, run. I will hold him back".

The only thing to do in this situation was run, according to him.

"Can you really escape?" However, Ixtal Molarch merely smiled faintly in response to Theor's decisive choice to let the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom escape, a smile that contained a faint hint of mockery.

His foot slammed into the ground as vigorous Midnight black Qi erupted from within his body. Unbearable pressure pulsed from it, making multiple ripples on the surface of the lake as the ground rapidly cracked.

Ixtal's figure abruptly shot forth. In the mere span of a few breaths, he had appeared directly behind Ezra and Theor, a giant hand engulfed in black smoky Qi swatting downwards at the latter with power so great that the ground below fissured.

"Ever taste a bearman's palm?" He uttered.

Theor Galearms saw the attack targeted at his prince, and he rushed to block it but he was much slower than the slap of bearman.

~BAANNNG~

The ground split apart, and shockwaves occurred. Theor was baffled by the amount of strength behind that attack, the power of bearman and 6th-grade martial spirit.

When the dust settled down, Theor saw the surprised face of Ixtal, and he quickly turned his gaze. Ezra held the wrist of Ixtal, the slap didn't hit the prince but he stopped it.

Ixtal looked at Ezra with his eyes widened, not only Ezra caught his attack, he was not flinched or moved an inch at the impact.

"Are all beastmen of Stripe Beast Empire fools like you?" Asked Ezra mockingly.

That astonished Ixtal even more, the one who was mocking a while ago has been mocked now, the tables have turned.

Anger arose in bearman's body as he said. "Our brain lies in our hand, want to see our brain?"

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"Fuck... you must have gotten vertigo every time you practice onanism" chuckled the prince of werewolves.

Ixtal's eyes twitched, and Ezra continued. "Keep my words in mind, you brainless piece of dumb muscles. Fighting is prohibited during this hour, you heard the announcement don't you?"

It was at this moment, that Ixtal remembered the words.

He regained his guts and calmed down, pulling back his arm. He turned around and began to move without saying a word.

~BBBZZZZZ~

However, right when Ixtal Molarch was about to go his separate way, a peculiar sound suddenly rang out across the area, a sound that seemed similar to the cry of a sword.

The flood of black qi surged from Ixtal, but it was at this very moment that a white shadow suddenly zoomed over from behind at a shocking speed. A sharp aura burst forth, cutting deep wounds on the ground.

~BZZZZ~

The white shadow met the midnight aura, the berserk aftershocks from their clash tearing up the surrounding ground.

As the dust gradually settled, Theor Galearms was stunned to see a pretty sharp tip white longword standing in front of him, while Ezra calmly watched.

Sharp sword Qi pulsed from the sword as it trembled.

Ixtal's expression sunk when he saw the white longsword and icily shouted, "Fair Sword of Humanity! Why are you attacking during the peace hour?!"

"Fair Sword of Humanity?!" Murmured Theor.

"You know him?" Asked Ezra.

"Yes your majesty, he is the top genius of this continent, a 7th-grade martial spirit container from the Human Empire."

Ezra's heart shook as he turned his head, "7th grade Martial Spirit!"

He saw the figure in white slowly approaching. The figure's footsteps were not quick, but in a mere few breaths, he had already arrived in front of the duo from Bloodfang, standing behind the white longsword.

He raised his head, his beautiful face ruined by sword wounds with sharp eyes looking towards Ixtal as he placed both hands on the sword grip and said in a hoarse voice, "Pick someone of your size."

Ixtal's gaze darkened as the black qi around him began to churn, clearly now enraged.

The white youth called John Stark tilted his head slightly and said to Ezra, "Go, I will stop him."

Theor looked at Ezra while Ezra looked at John Stark in silence for some time, before he said, "Thank you."

Although he had the power to fight Ixtal and with Theor at his side, he could definitely defeat Ixtal, but Ezra had much more wicked plans.

John shook his head. "I'm merely doing justice, protecting the weak is the duty of the strong"

Ezra grinned. "Don't kill him... I intend to personally end him."

The Fair Sword was taken aback, evidently surprised by Ezra's charisma. The former could feel that the latter was not trying to act tough, but was truly serious about it.

For the first time, a faint smile appeared on his stiff face. "Don't worry, he is not worth killing, only the prince of Striped Beast Empire can entertain me to the level of life and death."

Ezra chuckled and nodded as he left the area, Theor found thi great chance and looked towards the stormy face of Ixtal Molarch and said, "Such a great opportunity, and yet you've still failed to kill us. What do you think this means? It means that your Striped Beast Empire is the fake one, hahaha"

Theor let out a hearty laugh, paying no further notice to the bearman, whose face had grown so stormy that it was about to break into a downpour.

There was no hesitation as Theor turned around and transformed into a flash of light that rapidly disappeared following Ezra into the horizon.

A voice seemed to echo from far away.

"Brainless Bearman, make sure to take good care of your head so I can take it the next time we meet!" The voice sent chills into Ixtal.

John felt an ominous power as he asked, "Who was that guy?"

Ixtal gritted and said. "Crown Prince of Bloodfang Kingdom, Ezra Zephyr."

John Stark's eyes widened as he gazed at the direction the duo went.

Theor squatted by the stream as he drank two mouthfuls of water. It had been half an hour since he and Ezra encountered Ixtal.

The former had most of the time travelling at full speed without stopping for a single break, they were trying to get close to the other members of their group, with their compass as a guide.

It was difficult for even Ezra to manage such a high pace. "This is the centre, we should wait here."

<Somewhere in Spirity Bailiwick>

Argus Woska was running at his best to be at his majesty's side.

What he needed to do now was to silently follow the path directed by the compass and not fight anyone because it will waste his time.

The vast Spirity Bailiwick was filled with opportunities, and this was where everyone's chance lay. They needed to grasp some of these opportunities and strengthen themselves till they reached the level that allowed them to enter the sect.

When that time finally came, no one would naturally no longer harbour even the tiniest thought of retreating.

"I wonder how his majesty and the rest are doing..." Argus stopped and swept his gaze about his surroundings. The Spirity Bailiwick was just too huge, and he did not know how to find them.

While scanning the area, his eyes suddenly froze. He had seen a giant black beast walk out of the forests to his front, its beady beast eyes tightly glued to him.

The giant black beast looked like an Ox, but a flame burned on its tail. Fire also raged around its enormous two horns.

"Just in time when I was thinking to eat beef..." Argus was a little amazed by the sight of the Fire Ox. It was likely a beast of the Spirity Bailiwick and was pretty strong but was not a Martial Animal.

"It seems that I've been categorized as prey." Argus chuckled as his hands clenched into fists and pulled out the special-grade gauntlets. The gauntlets shined in silver, his entire body was covered in a pretty set of armour.

He raised his hand and pointed at the blazing Fire Ox.

"After being forced to run for so long, I'll be more than happy to use you as an outlet for my frustration."

~MMAAAWHHN~

The blazing dark ox cried in response to Argus Woska's provocation. In a flash, it transformed into a blur of fire as it dashed forward, its sharp horns tearing through the air, viciously stabbing at Argus.

Mud-type Qi exploded from Argus's body as gauntlets shivered slightly.

Deep silver light gathered at its knuckles, revealing an incomparable hardness.

"Punch of Power"

Argus's toes pushed off the ground as his body abruptly rocketed forward, and the two figures crossed above the stream.