The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Ezra Zephyr looked over at this moment and smiled at Ash Bekham. "Brother Ash, I can handle things here."

Ezra was already very pleased that Ash Bekham had come to his aid so many times.

Ash let out a bitter laugh. "Be careful brother Ezra."

Although he was very optimistic about Ezra's future, the latter was currently only at the 2nd level Core Formation stage. In contrast, Moshi was already a veteran of 3rd Level Core Formation stage. In a clash between them, Ezra would likely be much worse off.

The werewolf prince smiled smiled in a carefree manner, before lifting his head to look towards Moshi. "I'll ask you one last time, are you certain all of you aren't coming together?"

Moshi's expression darkened as he sneered. "Still talking so big, looks like I have to beat the sense in you."

~BBZZZZ~

Without the slightest shred of hesitation, spiritual energy violently erupted as his expression turned serious. He immediately took the initiative, his body akin to flash of light as he bolted towards Ezra Zephyr.

A palm was swung horizontally, creating several palm shadows that homed in on Ezra Zephyr's fatal spots in a flash.

Moshi's attack was extremely vicious, showing no mercy at all.

Ash Bekham, Gill Subzi and the rest watched with anxious eyes.

They had realised that Ezra was not moving, as if he had no intention of avoiding.

"You dare to display such carelessness before me, do you think that I'm Peliok?" Moshi let out an eerie laugh, under the impression that Ezra was just being foolish.

However, the former did not restrain his power, but instead poured even more ferocity into his attack. In the end, several palm shadows landed on Ezra's body.

~THUM THUM~

Muffled thuds continued to sound one after another as the aftershocks wreaked havoc in the surroundings, tearing up the ground around Ezra Zephyr.

Every gaze on the mountain was tightly fixed on the fight.

"Is that guy stupid or what. To think that he did not even try to avoid Moshi's attack?" The group that had come here with Moshi laughed mockingly.

The dust gradually settled. In the next instant, the mocking smiles that hung from the corners of their mouths slowly turned rigid.

Ezra was still standing there, his figure unmoved from the spot. His expression was one of indifference, and not a single wound could be seen on his body, as the earlier attack had zero effect on him.

"How can this be?!" Astonished cry after cry rang out.

"Impossible!" Moshi's pupils violently tightened. He had held nothing back earlier, and every attack had indeed solidly landed on Ezra's body. But why? Why had every attack seem to sink into his body as if it was a stone being thrown into the vast sea, giving no feedback at all.

The prince's expression did not change, merely frowning slightly as gazed at Moshi and dully ask, "You haven't eaten well these days?"

Moshi's expression filled with embarrassment and anger. With a loud yell, spiritual energy frantically converged towards his palm as his five fingers tightly clenched. A punch was sent forth, the punch winds rumbling like thunder.

~BAAM~

A punch that had enough power to turn a boulder to dust slammed into Ezra Zephy's chest.

Under Ezra's clothes, his chest area had turned gossamer, while purple dragon scales had emerged.

The purplish scales of Dragon Pelt technique possessed strong defensive capabilities. Now that there was also the Gossamer Steps technique neutralising a portion of the power, Moshi's full power punch was unable to pierce Ezra's defences.

Therefore, Ezra Zephyr's body didn't budge an inch.

He stared at Moshi and remarked, "Looks like you really have not eaten or maybe your mother was busy warming beds when you needed breastmilk for strong bones, cause your punch is really shitty."

The others were stupefied by this sight.

"His defence is so strong?!" Even the pupils of Ash Bekham and Son Jingle shrank a little. If they were the ones in his place, it would be impossible for them to come out unscathed after taking a direct hit from Moshi's full power punch with their bodies.

Moshi was shocked and horrified. As he blankly stared at Ezra Zephyr's body, he suddenly discovered that the latter's chest area had turned rather gossamer, and was abruptly struck by a flash of understanding. A piercing voice filled with both terror and astonishment immediately rang out.

"You… you've mastered the first level of the Gossamer Steps technique?!"

Moshi's horrified voice caused disbelief to fill the faces of everyone else present with the exception of Mahi Ingale, making them dumbstruck as they stared at Ezra Zephyr.

"How is this possible? It's only been a few days, how can he possibly have mastered the first level of the Gossamer Steps technique?!"

"But… gossameriness of the body is clearly only achievable by someone who has mastered the first level!"

"This is the only way to explain how he was able to receive Moshi's attacks with his body."

Ash and his allies were stunned as they looked at each other. The Gossamer Steps technique was one of the more popular spiritual techniques in the outer mountains, and had been selected by many disciples. This was because of how amazing it was. Once mastered, it would substantially boost one's overall survivability.

But they also knew that although many people were learning it, only a handful were able to reach the first level. Mastering the first level in a span of less than ten days was practically unheard of.

In addition, they knew that Ezra had not received any guidance during this process, everything had been achieved with his own ability...

"Could it be? Mahi was only able to progress so rapidly in the Gossamer Steps technique because she chose to learn under Ezra?" Ash's mouth subconsciously hung slightly open.

Truth be told, they had felt Mahi's choice of Ezra over Roshi was way too weird. If they were not well acquainted with Ezra and knew that Mahi was not some easily love-struck girl, they would have likely believed that there was something going on between the two.