The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

The 16 selected individuals were in deep thought. No! Not all 16, but 14 to be very precise.

Carlo was the first one to make a move, the muscular man in loincloth slowly went towards the first ring, his speed was much slower than the speed he picked when he dashed towards Reema.

Carlo stood there in peace, he was calmly inspecting Ezra Zephyr. All the other people were looking at him as well.

Because, except him, no other had the slightest hope of survival. Even John Stark's facial expression confirmed that he will face ruination if he stepped in that ring.

While everyone was perturbed, Ezra Zephyr jumped on another ring.

"Huh!?" Farrie Holaleth was confounded, everyone believed that Ezra will face Carlo, but that man occupied another ring.

This was the exact moment when everyone's brain restarted its function.

~SWOOOOSH -WHOOOM~

One by one, everyone landed on large rings. Only two remained, Victor Brownmane and Baron. The best choice was without a doubt Ezra Zephyr.

"Danm it!" Victor shouted inside, Baron was very close to the ring of Ezra.

Baron rushed towards the prince of werewolves.

~BBROOOOFF~

When the elf was about to land on the ring, a flaming spear was shot towards him.

"What!" The elf spearman was shocked, mysterious voice mentioned that fighting will cause disqualification.

~CLLAAANNG~

He took out his spear from the spatial pouch and knocked the spear that was thrown to take his life.

"Guhh!" He emitted a little growl from the impact.

~SWWIIIIISSSH~

At that exact moment, Victor Brownmane crossed Baron, he grinned as their eyes met.

~THUP~

Then 2nd prince of the Brownmane Empire landed on the ring on which the crown prince of the Bloodfang Kingdom was standing.

"Shit..." cussed Baron as his eyes turned towards the first ring, Carlo, who changed his gaze from Ezra to Carlo in quietness. There were no emotions on his face, anger, surprise, excitement, disgust and whatnot. None of the feelings could be seen in the current Carlo, he was like those emotionless psychopaths who were considered threats to livelihood.

~VRROOOOOM~

Baron was automatically transferred into the ring.

"This is unfair, he attacked me before entering the ring!" Yelled Baron

After the voice of Baron echoed, everyone's attention was turned towards him.

"That elf..." sighed Akkar Boldheart.

"Baron... Baron! What are you doing there?" Farrie finally saw the opponent of his guard Baron.

"Your highness, that brownmane bastard attacked me..."

Farrie glanced at Victor Brownmane, the youth in the red cloak gave a satisfied look in return.

To heed the claim of Baron, the mysterious voice came again. "The attack was launched after the time period of 1 minute, the fight had begun at the time of Victor Brownmane's attack."

Baron's eyebrows were squinted in disbelief, his pulse accelerated as he shouted again. "Huh? But I was not in the danm ring."

"..."

A complete silence, no response from the mysterious voice.

The pairs were made, in the 1st ring stood Baron and Carlo Aur.

The 2nd ring had Upper Realm Karl and Fair Sword of Humanity, John Stark.

In the 3rd ring, Ixtal Molarch was against Shifa Pista.

Farrie Holaleth faced Upper Realm Reema in the 4th ring.

Zulfi Dimitry versus Salom Uqually, in the 5th ring.

Theor Galearms against Emily Jomez in the 6th ring.

Surprisingly, Leomord Tigerian and Akkar Boldheart mistakenly chose the 7th ring and had to fight.

And finally, in the very last 8th ring, two old enemies finally met. Prince of Brownmane versus Prince of Bloodfang. In this fight, one of the princes shall perish.

The tension rose in the rings, the battle was already begun as per the mysterious voice.

The centre of attention was 1st ring when everyone was pitying Baron. Carlo Aur raised his hand, and Baron flinched and released his Martial Spirit without delaying a bit.

"Haaahh!" He cried.

~FOOOOOHH~

A large spear appeared above Baron, 6 orbs rotated behind his back. The spear was filled with warm light, it was a weapon-based martial spirit.

"Reverent Light Spear, merge!" Mumbled Baron.

The speak turned into complete light and dashed into the spear that Baron wielded.

To his opposite, Carlo's eyes slightly twitched. The raised hand paused in mid-air and in a bolting speed, a sword came to his hand.

When the geniuses looked carefully at the sword, they found that the sword looked like a whip, from the hilt it had separate three long whip-like blades.

"Urumi Sword!" Gasped John Stark.

The sword was short in size but it had a thick greyish qi around it. The younger brother of Rolo Aur was not a sorcerer but a cultivator.

"Danm it." Uttered Baron as he dashed towards Carlo, he knew that his fate is sealed and he will be the guest of the grim reaper in mere moments. But still, the young elf decided to show his princess his bold side of his.

He jumped into the sky and uttered in a low voice "Holy Thrust" a powerful attack spell was cast by Baron.

The spear shone like a noon sun, the light descended on Carlo Aur like a falling meteor.

The man in a loincloth was still the same as he was, that twitch earlier was the last change of facial expression he showed.

~SWOOOOSSHH~

The paused hand in mid-air jerked slowly, everyone was able to see how he swung his hand.

But, their body froze when they saw the outcome. Baron, who was dozens of meters away from him felt a stinging sensation, the spear in his hand was cleanly cut and the unfortunate guard of the princess was divided into three.

~THUD - THHUD - THUUD~

His head, his torso and his body below the waist fell in different spots on the ring. Blood flooded out of his body like a broken dam.

It happened so slowly yet so fast, the other geniuses were bewildered, and they blinked in denial. Even the fellow upper realm geniuses of Carlo were in sheer terror, unlike the rest who were shocked, they were terrified.