The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

The prince of Bloodfang Kingdom reached a rooftop-like place, it was so high in the sky that he could easily see everything.

The entire Spirity Bailiwick was as big as the reach of his eye, with beautiful meadows and rivers, tall mountain ranges and whatnot.

It was a very beautiful and pleasant land, no need to say the big amount of spiritual energy here.

The prince walked on the jade-like floor of the rooftop, mysterious yet powerful mist was passing him through him.

He was inspecting the scenery as a whole when he heard the mysterious voice.

"Come here."

Ezra flinched, the voice carried phenomenal power, he turned and saw a throne-like seat at the very centre of the rooftop. "When did it appear here?" He asked himself.

Be that as it may, the prince of Bloodfang took a few steps and moved towards the man sitting on that very throne.

Ezra came closer and bowed in respect. "Prince of Bloodfang Kingdom, Ezra Zephyr greets the senior."

It was not a crafty bow but a pure respectful bow.

"So you are Ezra, it surprised me that you won first place." Uttered the mysterious man whose face was veiled by spiritual energy it seemed as if he was a vague figure of mist.

"Thank you for your kind words, senior." Ezra's words were short, precise and smart.

Everything was normal until the mysterious voice changed. "Haha, you look quite handsome for a descendent of Master Bjorn Zephyr."

Ezra Zephyr recoiled in shock, his eyes widened as he raise his head to gaze at the vague figure.

He saw a very handsome young man, with long polished sable hair, pink lips and wide pretty eyes. Eyebrows and eyelashes were dense and inky, the royal attire rivalled the dress of Ezra.

He was the epitome of awesomeness, a man with a beauty that could rival that of a lady.

"What did you say, senior?" Asked Ezra in a perturbed way.

The slim and handsome man replied with a smile. "I have been waiting for you." And stood up from the throne.

Ezra was still wondering about the connection between him and his ancestor, he asked Fenrir countless times but there was bit a single answer.

"Waiting for me! But why?" Asked Ezra, now he was beginning to digest the different things that he just faced

"To give you something that is rightfully yours, my king." The handsome man knelt before Ezra Zephyr.

"Huh"!? Ezra's jaw dropped.

<Outside the Spirity Bailiwick>

"What the hell is happening?" Rubab, the envoy of Veiled Virgin Valley was pissed. "We couldn't see a single thing regardless of how hard we try, we must see who wins this tournament. Do something Levos."

Levos, the envoy of the Holy Law Sect shook his head. "Only if your yelling could help us. But for the moment it is not possible to see what's inside. We can only interrogate the survivors."

"This is the first time, all these years and nothing like this ever happened." Orama from Duo-Mountain Peak said.

"What all these years, it is your very first time standing here with us. I still believe that the mistake today lies on your part, you are less capable than those savages." Levos mocked and grinned.

Orama clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. "You son of a bi..."

"Stop, I don't have time to listen to your cussword game." The bulkiest man amongst them called Morther said. Even many tsked at his dominant way of speaking but none objected except one.

"Show your ugly muscles somewhere else, don't act like a boss here." He was none other than the silver-haired sorcerer, Deonis of Continental Magic Academy.

"Are you sure you want to kill that boy?" Asked the envoy of Myriad Miracle Tower, his name was Kindre.

The question gave trouble to everyone, the one he was talking about was none other than Ezra Zephyr.

Seeing his terrifying potential and strange soul-devouring spell, everyone wanted to have him but no one wanted to give him to someone else.

There were 7 1st Degree sects and Ezra would only join one which can become a threat to the other 6 sects. Power to absorb souls was a very new thing to them, they were almost pulling their hair out of sheer surprise.

Especially the sorcerer, Deonis. Being a Martial Sorcerer he knew that it was a strange spell that he has never seen before and despite being an expert genius who could even check the circles of the spell, showing how profound it was.

Soon after, a quarrel raised among the 7 sects for the possession of this single man.

At the very last moment, Kindre gave the idea to kill this unseen threat. He was not interested in the least, Myriad Miracle Tower is a genius sect of Armament Smiths and Imprint Masters. This was the single sect that no other sect wanted as an enemy and the reason was it was the biggest source of Armament and Imprint material suppliers. Not to mention, they also possess a tower for Alchemy.

Hearing his words, the envoys calmed down and came to a conclusion to annihilate this threat. However, Orama opposed his extent. But in the end, he was forced to shut down, and the standing of Duo-Mountain Peak was the lowest of the 7 1st Degree sects.

Duo-Mountain Peak become one of the 7 super sects 5 years ago, before it, that seat belonged to another. At one point, all the other 6 sects were afraid of that single sect. However, the time changed the tides and the hunter was hunted.

"It's a pity, but yeah. He will cause devastation if left alone." Replied Morther.

"But that will only happen if he survives against that other monster." Said Blade of Sword Mastery Abode.

"Haha, that guy is a hero, with him under my wing, I can even fight for the patriarch seat." Said Morther as he laughed.

All the other looked at him in a strange way but none said anything as if he was a very powerful idiot.

<Inside the Spirity Bailiwick - Spirity Tower>

Everyone stood in a group, those who survived and surrendered were teleported to the island where John Stark was present.

Everyone looked at him in surprise. "Hey, who won the final round?."

John Stark was about to say but stuttered as he said. "I won... against Ezra"

"What!"

"Impossible!"

"I can't believe it, where is his majesty?"

"Speak the truth or I will kill you here."

All the members of Bloodfang who went to the Spirity Tower and fought in the coliseum were teleported here.

John Stark's eyebrows twitched as he unleashed his spiritual energy.

~WHOOOSSSSHHH~

Sharp and suffocating sword qi pushed the Bloodfang's Martial Masters. But not all of them, Zulfi Dimitry and Shifa Pista were unflinching and Theor Galearms also controlled to halt himself with greater efforts.

John understood and cancelled his qi as he said. "In the previous round, Ezra and Carlo went to the same ring and I went with Princess of Elfpatria.

I came out victorious with lesser wounds. However, Ezra's entire body was devastated but he won against Carlo Aur."

Everyone was baffled, the ones who were more surprised were Akkar Boldheart and the next Djinn Xyr, because they felt the power of that man and engaged with him, they knew how terrifying of a martial master he was.

Yet, he was killed by Ezra Zephyr who they considered a cripple. If that is the case then what kind of monster is Ezra Zephyr?

"What, even Carlo is dead!?" A panicked voice came out of a certain area, attracting the attention of all.

As soon as they saw that figure, hatred emerged in their hearts. Especially the martial masters of Bloodfang Kingdom.

She was none other than Emily Jomez, she survived Theor Galearms and reached hear. The rest of her entire group perished. Salom Uqually, Victor Brownmane, Ixtal Molarch and all other upper realm invaders. All died, leaving her in the den of monsters.

"Ignore her for now, we will deal with her later." Ordered Zulfi Dimitry and everyone turned their hateful gazes away giving her the room to breathe.

John Stark was asked to continue and he spoke again.

"He could have won easily but he was terribly injured and the last round didn't heal, I told him to surrender but he fought and even in that state, he drove me into the corner many times." He stuttered many times, other thought that he is in shock but in truth, he stuttered because he was lying.

<Spirity Tower, Rooftop>

The prince of werewolves was befuddled, his brain became numb. Such a powerful entity who ruled and controlled the entire Spirity Bailiwick that even made other continents go nuts in greed called him his king and knelt

"Fenrir, what is happening?" He asked.

But no reply came from the other side.

"Senior, please stand." He came and raised the man and asked. "Who are you?"

The man smiled and said. "I am 1st disciple of your ancestor, Bjorn Zephyr."