The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

In the 8th Ring, vast big square ground. Two people were present, the smaller one was closing the distance while the bigger one was creating it.

"Your majesty, why are you afraid? We are old acquaintances, even our parents are friends, very close friends." Said Ezra menacingly as he stepped towards the lionman prince, Victor Brownmane.

"Stay away... stay away, my br- brother will n-not spare you." Victor stuttered in fear.

"Oh, your brother. Crown Prince Benedict Brownmane, are you perhaps referring to that thief?" Said Ezra.

He destroyed the genius Victor Brownmane, the proud prince who even called himself superior to his elder brother was now in a devastating form. He was waiting and praying for a miracle, he tried to surrender many times but the mysterious voice never responded.

As per the rules, a defeat will be counted if one dies or loses the strength to fight. Victor doesn\'t lose the strength but he lost the will to fight, both were two different things.

Of a sudden, the slow-walking prince of werewolves dashed towards the lionman.

"Bastard, go away!" He waved his hand, attempting to slash the chest of Ezra Zephyr.

The latter dodged the attacked but he was forced to take a few steps back, the spiritual energy that Victor released was terrifying, even the prince of werewolves was shocked.

"It\'s true, a cornered rat can bite the cat." He mumbled with a smile on his face.

Victor was baffled, he was puzzled beyond his limit. He couldn\'t adjust to the fact that Ezra could destroy him in such an overpowering manner, how is this possible, he asked himself multiple times.

Ezra Zephyr was terrifying since the beginning, he fought those puppets for 5 years, and his combat mastery surpassed almost everyone on the continent. However, there are some exceptions. John Stark destroyed his beauty for the sake of sword supremacy and Akkar Boldheart, who travelled kingdoms to fight genius opponents with his axe hammer.

But still, Ezra Zephyr is superior to them. He fought for survival and learnt from those who are genius in the upper realm, the difference is like land and sky.

Ezra not only learnt how to defend and parry but he also found the counter to those techniques. He even had to face those monsters with bare hands, no being in the lower realm is trained like the man called Ezra Zephyr.

Currently, after absorbing the soul of Rolo Aur and devouring his mythical martial spirit. Ezra reached new realms, the Fenrir reached grade-7 and his Chaos Force became more terrifying, to a degree that even he was shocked.

Victor\'s lionman morph form has physically equal strength, but mastery in martial arts is not a trivial thing. The Atrocious Werewolf Prince could easily play with this genius prince who lived his life in luxury.

He grabbed the thick arm of lionman, and as soon as he touched the arm, Chaos Force came into play.

~CRAACKLE~

A thunderous noise and a single bolt of black lightning crawled out of Ezra\'s body and moved his way towards the lionman.

The moment it touched the skin of lionman, the skin was instantly torn apart in a disgusting way.

"Aaarrgggg" he roared in pain

The bolt slowly moved on his arm, wherever it touched the muscles were twisted, the skin incised itself and the bones looked as if they were pulverized.

Soon the bolt passed through his entire arm, Ezra controlled his force and moved it slowly. The thick arm of Victor Brownmane now looked like a rotten mutilated piece of meat and bones.

"Ahh- aahhh- dad... save me! I surrender, I surrender." He yelled in desperation, never ever in his entire life had he dreamt that he will suffer such torture.

Every spiritual energy is divided into three forms, Qi, Mana and Force. Qi is used by cultivators in qi core, Mana is formed in a sorcerer\'s mana pool, while Force is a type solely used by Martial Animals, it is stored and refined in the animal core.

The spiritual energy has different properties and attributes, if there are 10 spiritual energies with the attribute of fire then all 10 fires would be different to each other.

Ezra\'s Chaos Force is something that Fenrir said will terrorize the upper realm. It has a bit of every attribute within it, with countless properties merged, but the main three properties of Chaos Force are Twist, Rive and Grind.

Such a cruel and monstrous spiritual energy.

The prince of Bloodfang Kingdom didn\'t pay any attention to his pleadings and kept on tormenting him.

~An Hour Later~

The fights in every ring ended.

<2nd Ring>

In the second ring, John Stark was panting wildly, his left arm was crushed, and his head was bleeding. The left arm including the ribs was shattered by golems made by Karl.

On the other hand, Karl was cut into two parts, the rest of his body didn\'t receive any wounds. It looked as if he was killed by a single strike, that was the might of John Stark, a genius worth praising. He found one big gap to close in and that was the end of the upper realm invader named Karl.

"The winner of the 2nd Ring is John Stark, he will be sent to the next floor." Mysterious voice played its role.

<4th Ring>

Two females who both lost their loved ones were ready to die, the strange acidic mist covered the entire ring.

Inside of it, a lady was sitting on her butt. More than half of her green and majestic hairs were burnt, and her entire body was bubbling up. The cloths melted and threads were merged in her body, it looked like she just came out of a boiling volcano.

That lady was none other than the Enchantress of Elfpatria, Princess of the Elven Empire, Farrie Holaleth.

Her current look was totally opposite to her previous number 1 beauty, she paid a huge price in the fight, the acidic mana of Reema burnt her, and she changed from Enchantress to the witch.

Inside the same 4th ring, there was a huge tree, around 100 meters tall, in the centre of that tree was another lady, her entire body was covered in tree branches. The vines penetrated her skin and entered her veins, every last bit of blood sucked out.