The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

<On the Green Giant Mountain>

Roshi's sudden explosion of speed instantly drew numerous gasps from the surroundings of the mountain.

"As expected, he has concealed his strength!" Numerous disciples sighed in amazement. They could naturally sense that Roshi's Gossamer Steps had grown even more formidable.

Mahi's hands began to clench tightly, her teeth biting into her red lips as she stared at the figure that had fallen behind.

Natli could not help but remark from the side, "It's over for him Mahi. Roshi's mastery of the Ethereal Form is much greater than Ezra's."

"Shut up, he will win!" Retorted Ravina.

From the looks of it, Ezra's first level mastery was practically unable to compare to Roshi.

Mahi did not speak, merely continuing to stare. She believed that Ezra would not lose so easily. Natli also silenced herself, in order to not piss Ravina off.

Somewhere else, Xyr, Zulfi, Gill, Ash Bekham and the rest anxiously watched the widening gap between the two individuals of the mountain, their eyes filled with worry.

"Master!" mumbled Xyr.

But there was nothing they could do besides sending out prayer after prayer in their hearts.

"You were so arrogant previously, but you shall now have a taste of what it feels like to eat a rotten fruit." There was a look of ecstasy mixed with excitement in Moshi's eyes when he saw this.

Soon after, he began to laugh.

Sighs rang out in the vicinity of the mountain, pained looks on the faces of the disciples that practiced the Gossamer Steps technique.

Even more disciples however, were enjoying the show, happy to see Ezra being suppressed. After all, if Ezra performed too outstandingly, the rest of them would appear useless in comparison.

Their loud laughter calmed down when they semsed killing intents directed towards them, the murdering intent was released by Bloodfang's martial masters.

Elder Rustam sat on a tree as he looked towards the now leaving Roshi, before turning to Ezra. The former's eyes suddenly squinted as he mumbled, "The yarns in this kid's body…"

From the looks of it, he would never be able to catch up.

Numerous disciples shook their heads inside. As expected, there was no point to this match at all. No matter how talented Ezra was, he had only been learning the Gossamer Steps technique for a month. What about Roshi? Nearly two years.

However, there were some sharper disciples that suddenly remarked in uncertainty, "Eh, Ezra Zephyr's speed seems to be getting faster and faster…"

The moment these words were heard, the crow began to closely observe. Sure enough, they discovered that Ezra's speed was rising little by little. Although it was not as explosive as Roshi's earlier burst, the increase was extremely stable.

"The… the yarns in his body are being knitted one by one…" Said someone in shock. They could just barely make out dots of light appearing and linking one after another on Ezra's body.

Such a sight was not foreign to those who practiced the Gossamer Steps technique, it was an indication that a yarn had been knitted.

Elder Rustam let out an amused chuckle when he saw this. His perceptive abilities were naturally extraordinary, and had managed to discover the truth with a single look.

Ezra's yarns were likely already knitted by him, but had not been properly linked up due to the lack of time. As such, when his spiritual energy began to circulate, the yarns would be connected one by one.

~SWWIISSH~

Under the countless astonished gazes, more and more light dots appeared on Ezra's body, while his speed also grew faster and faster. Wind began to surge around him, as if was riding on a cloud.

Every gaze was tightly fixed on the faintly discernible light dots on Ezra's body.

Each one represented a newly linked yarn.

"There's already 43 yarns…" Gasps would sound out from time to time, the numerous disciples stupefied. No one had expected Ezra's mastery to have also reached such a high level.

Moreover, the yarns light dots were still increasing.

After a dozen breaths, it reached 48.

A number that had already surpassed Roshi.

Hence, a large portion of Ezra's body began to Gossamer, faint wind spreading from within as his speed soared to the limits. The countless astral wind knives that shot towards him ending up passing straight through his body, only leaving behind tiny sprinkles of blood.

Ezra's figure once again appeared a dozen or so feet behind Roshi, rapidly catching up.

"Wow!" Countless cries of amazement rang out in the surroundings of the mountain. No one had imagined that Ezra would really catch up.

"God damnit!" Roshi was naturally able to detect the piercing sound of rushing wind behind him. A gaze swept to his back from the corner of his eye, fury appearing within his eyes when he saw the rapidly approaching Ezra.

Roshi took in a deep breath as he made a seal with one hand. One could only watch as yarns also began to light up on his body.

"Ezra, did you believe that 45 yarns is my limit!"

With a low howl, the dot after dot began to light up on his body.

It was obvious that Roshi had been forced to use his full power.

Two figures bolted up the mountain like lightning, while also appearing akin to two clouds.

Many disciples could only barely make out the two blurry figures within, everyone's eyes were wide open, watching the race without blinking.

"Roshi's yarns has already reached 54…"

"Ezra Zephyr's has also risen above 50…"

"This is way too crazy!"

Countless whispers emerged. Shock was apparent on everyone's faces as they watched the two figures persistently nipped at each others heels. Only a third of the distance was left to the peak.

No one had expected such a neck to neck race. Roshi's lead had already been forcibly taken back inch by inch by Ezra.

Roshi's expression turned extremely dark and stormy at this moment. Ezra's stubbornness had already exceeded his expectations.

"All 58 of my yarns are already released, a strength that I have concealed for a long time. It had originally been for the sake of stealing the limelight during the seven peak martial meet, so I never imagined that my hand would be forced today!"

Roshi violently gritted his teeth. Most importantly, even his full power was unable to crush Ezra Zephyr. Instead, it was as if he was tenaciously holding on to the former's tail.

"Ezra, you forced me to do this! No matter how great of a price I'll have to pay, I will crush you beneath my heel!"

Roshi knew that he would definitely be mocked if he lost to Ezra and returned to the mountains.

Hence, the former had to grab victory at any cost. A resolute look appeared in Roshi's eyes. With a deep breath, a scarlet pill was rolled out from under his tongue, before being swallowed into his stomach.