The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

The battle for higher rank unfolded in the coliseum.

Ezra Zephyr maliciously glanced at the opponent who was bleeding from his arm.

A voice came inside Rolo's head "Rolo, I feel a powerful existence inside that man. Be careful, he seemed very dangerous."

"I know Soliman, I just... made a terrible mistake." Answered the man in a loincloth.

"Quickly kill him before your body-"

"Shut up! I know danm it." He became furious at the words of Soliman, and the martial spirit of Rolo became silent.

"I have a question for you, or... if I rephrase the sentence, I am inquisitive." Said the prince of Bloodfang.

Rolo Aur stood up, the hole on his arm healed, and the dripping blood halted its flow outside. He looked at the former with questionable eyes.

Ezra continued. "No matter how I see you, you are not suitable as a close combat sorcerer. You use space magic, fighting in a distance is the best option you have."

Rolo laughed. "So generous of you, advising your enemy in the middle of a fight. Lower realm sure is unique."

Ezra chuckled as he palmed his face. "You are mistaken, I am neither a saint nor a fool. I am just curious whether you have something up to your sleeves or you are stupid, straight up."

Rolo Aur furrowed, his expressions told that Ezra has touched his sore spot. "If that's what you want."

Said Rolo as he widened his eyes, vortexes began to spin inside his pupil. As a huge surge of spiritual mana occurred, even Ezra Zephyr was surprised.

The surging mana overlapped his body, as he uttered. "Come, Rajah Soliman."

~BBZZZZZZZZZZ~

A Tornado of mana rose from within Rolo Aur, and a figure made of Spiritual Energy emerged.

A giant figure, he wore a loincloth like that of Rolo, a red scarf was wrapped around his head, a strange wavy sword was in his hand, and he had a sleeveless torso attire worn.

8 orbs rotated behind Rolo Aur, the grey mana he emitted was beyond the imagination of anyone present. Rolo Aur revealed his Martial Spirit, The infamous hero of Las Filipinas, the prince of the ancient Bumbaran Kingdom, Rajah Soliman.

Seeing the 8 orbs around his back, the side of Ezra flinched.

Even the apex geniuses like John Stark, Farrie Holaleth, Leomord Tigerian and Akkar Boldheard had despairing look on their face.

On the other side, the eyes of Salom Uqually and others looked at Rolo without blinking. Victor Brownmane was astonished as well, at that point he wondered whether it was a good decision to join hands with him or bad because he was assured that with such a terrifying figure present, he won't be able to get the greatest blessing.

Ezra's heartbeat rose.

"Fenrir, what now? Your stupid provocation won't kill me, right?"

"To be fairly candid... I do not know!" Answered the wolf.

"You stupid shitty wannabe god, you are aware that both of us will die and you are included in both of us."

"Quit it, boy. He will do it, soon."

Rolo changed his gaze, he directed it towards the martial masters of Bloodfang Kingdom, overwhelming the gang he made in Spirity Bailiwick.

"5th circle spell, Abyssal Slash!" Uttered Rolo Aur.

The giant of martial spirit Rajah Soliman raised the wavy sword together as Rolo Aur waved his cutlass.

A simple swing from them, produced a visible greyish colour slash, the mana imbued within the slash was simply unbelievable.

"Watch out!" Yelled Zulfi Dimitry.

But to their misfortune, they didn't get the chance to dodge that.

~WHOOOOM~

The slash simply went through the 6 martial masters, who were fighting in a group.

The Abyssal Slash was 3 inches wide, as it passed through.

3 inches of their body disappeared from Bloodfang martial masters, soon the blood gushed out and made a pool of blood around them.

Ezra Zephyr gritted his teeth, he didn't yell but he was furious, these martial masters were like treasured weapons for him, and even a single loss of them was unacceptable.

"The calm werewolf is getting angry, I'm getting excited." Said Rolo Aur as he changed his gaze towards another side.

A side where Theor Galearm was fighting against Emily Jomez, both of them had allies with them to assist.

"5th Circle Spell, Abyssal Slash"

Uttered Rolo Aur, a formula with 5 circles was made, and both Rolo and his martial spirit Rajah Soliman waved their hands.

~WHOOOM~

Another slash occurred, directed straight towards Theor and his 4 man group.

Shifa Pista, who was the nearest one tried to help but was ultimately stopped by Ixtal Molarch.

Unlike the prior victims, Theor was cautious of his surroundings, his ears twitched as he looked towards the incoming attack.

~HUMMPH~

Without further ado, he stomped his foot on the ground.

"Beta layer Skill, Twin Crescent~

Two crescent-like qi blades erupted from the Loyal Crescent short swords in his hands, golden qi around them headed like a raging bull and encountered the Abyssal Slash spell.

~BZZZ- ZYOOO~

The Beta layer skill laster for mere seconds as the spell sliced through it.

Theor closed his eyes, accepting fate as he murmured. "I am sorry, your majesty."

The 5th Circled greyish spell called Abyssal Slash was a few meters away, it was at that time, a figure appeared.

"Gamma layer skill, Slice the Heavens"

A sharp whitish qi surged and a gigantic greatsword came into being. A pure sharp qi danced at the edge of that skill-made sword, even the air striking divided into two.

~SWWIIIISH~

The sword slashed downwards at the incoming slash.

Gamma layer skill, Slice the Heavens against 5th circled Spell, Abyssal Slash.

~BOOOOM~

Both destroyed each other, a humongous wave of spiritual energy, blowing many weak figures away.

The loud collision hit the ears of Theor Galearms as well, he touched his all body parts with his eyes closed, including his precious dome head or especially his dome head, he even viciously pulled it to make sure it was there.

"Huh, I am alive!" He said as he opened his eyes.

"Hello there, Mr Theor." Said a man in white.

Theor looked at that figure as his voice uttered in surprise. "Fair Sword of Humanity, you saved me?"

"Haha yes, I did. You can stop... pulling that thing, it's dangerous for your manhood." Replied John Stark.

"Huh! Oh haha." He laughed to save his embarrassment.

"Tsk tsk, I should have killed you first." Said Rolo.

"You should have." Replied John Stark.

Meanwhile, Ezra sighed to calm his anger and looked at the genius from Cult of Djinns.

"Hey, scythe guy." Ezra spoke.

"I am Xyr."

"Yes, skythe guy Xyr. Either help me in killing that guy or go and kill his allies." Responded Ezra.

"You are not worthy of ordering me, I can have your head for that." He looked at the Rolo Aur who was ready for another spell and continued. "But this time, I'll let it slide."

Mana in his body started to surge, his right body emitted cold mana and his right side produced heat.

"Come out, Twin Dragons."

~BIIZZZZZZ"

A gigantic deluge of mana, a phenomenon that made everyone shocked.

The right side of Xyr, especially his arm, became white and frozen. Meanwhile, the left arm was akin to a bright orange molten steel, emitting small breaths of fire, and droplets of lava fell and made a whishing sound.

Soon, two dragons emerged. On the right side was a tall dragon, it had spikes around its neck, and everything it did have something to do with ice. Its name was Cyrosis, Glacier Dragon.

The other was not small in the least, it roared roughly as it shook its spikeless head, although it was spikeless one could feel as if its skin was that of frozen lava. That one had the name of Pyrosis, Molten Dragon.

Another surprise to everybody present.

"Two... two martial spirits!" Yelled someone.

"No wonder, he was able to get so far without any allies." Said Akkar Boldheart.

Rolo's heart sank. "What in the Bathala's name is wrong with this lower realm? Just how could a host hold two martial spirits."

A pair of 5 orbs rotated around the back of Xyr, each dragon was a 5th-grade martial spirit.

The orbs shined and merged slowly as the rotation speed increased.

~WHHEEEEM~

With a flash of light, the pair of 5 orbs merged into one. And created 7 orbs which rotated behind Xyr.

His power was akin to the top apex geniuses of this continent, the only people with 7th-grade martial spirit in this generation of Naran Continent were John Stark and Farrie Holaleth, and even Victor Brownmane and other so-called apex geniuses had 6th-grade martial spirit.

"You had a valid reason to be cocky earlier." Praised Ezra Zephyr.

"Hmm." Xyr said nothing and quietly hummed.

~RAAAWWWR - GRRAAAWWR~

The duo of dragons roared and Xyr jumped towards Rolo Aur.

"4th Circle Spell, Gale of Glacier."

The right hand of Xyr moved, a formula with 4 circles was formed, and a thick cold air went towards the man in a loincloth.

At the very same time, Xyr murmured again.

"4th Circle Spell, Magma Coating."

The scythe was covered with a bright orange layer of mana, he jumped amidst the gale and used its force to speed up. He swung his scythe like a professional as he marched towards the host of Rajah Soliman.