The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



Receiving permission from his master, the bloodless skin man raised his hand again, this time it was his left hand. Unlike the right hand of his, the left hand started to glow in red then orange and ended up with bright yellowing orange, bubbles bloomed and popped countless times on his left arm, and the limb turned into a lava rod.

The strawhat man closed his eyes and took deep breaths numerous times and opened them again. "Come out, Pyrosis!" Another dragon emerged from his left lava side. It roared as it shook its spineless head, although it was spineless it looked as if its skin was that of a frozen lava. Pyrosis, the Molten Dragon.

At the same time, the orbs shone and revolve, some changes occurred and two more orbs appeared, combining all, the 7 orbs started to rotate.

"What!" Master Antero flinched. "Two Spirits in one martial master!?"

Not only them, every single person who was not aware of Xyr was puzzled and bewildered, some were looking with their mouths agape, others whipped their eyes numerous times while the rest looked numbly.

He clenched his hand into a fist and mumbled. "6th circle spell, Hell-Bow."

A staggering amount of spiritual energy was released from his body and soon poured onto the ground 10 metres ahead. The spiritual energy when reached at that spot formed the shape of molten lava and gathered. 

"What is he doing?"

"Hey, is that another powerful spell?"

"That's something even I don't know" Even the one who recognized Flight of Phoenix was at a loss now.

Amidst the confused situation, Master Antero sighed and pressed his temples.

"What happened? By the amount of spiritual energy, I guess it's either 4th or 5th circle. Am I right?"

"No…" Master Antero shook his head and turned his head to look at the last branch, he looked at the old man with white sideburns and said. "It's a 6th Circle Spell."

"What! Hell no. How is this possible?" Master Franco cried.

A small and soft chuckle came from the last branch, the old man sitting there said in a soothing tone. "Master Franco, you betted your balls, remember?"

The giant man scratched his head and smirked in embarrassment. "Haha, I did, but hey! Nobody accepted my bet so it's not valid. "He said it loudly and clenched his jewels gently to see if they were there or not.

"Master Antero, what is this spell about?" asked Master Uxama, he was worried about his descendant, although, in his Rhiyan Continent, there were numerous descendants he had but not any of them were as genius as Ravina Ingale, even Mahi paled when compared to Ravina Ingale.

Soon, the power that went inside that spot formed the shape of lava, the lava then combined and piled up slowly changing the pattern into that of a crossbow, after the molten lava formed the pattern, it started to freeze. Barrel, limbs, riser and flight groove were established in solid forms.

Soon, the spiritual energy made a sting, an elastic string connecting the cam on a limb with a latch. lastly, the mana created a bolt, a burning bolt with a spearhead.

1 metre, 2 metres, 5 metres and at last the bolt size stopped increasing when it reached the size of 8 metres. The next djinn of the cult then moved his hand, slowly and accurately until he could see the figure of Ravina from the sight of a crossbow.

The bold was emitting a mind-boggling supply of heat, xyr secured the aim on his opponent and released the clenched fist. "Go!"

~PHRA PHRA PHRA PHRA~

The bolt was released and it tore the air and space as it moved, it was faster than the blink of an eye, much much faster than that. The bolt was meant to kill, it was never meant to hurt anyone. A deadly move indeed but then again, what was the attack of Ravina Ingale? That's right, it was also a deadly attack. An eye for an eye, deadly attack for a deadly attack.

The bolt reached Ravina Ingale, the lady in red couldn't move, couldn't protect and even couldn't gather time to close her eyes. All she saw was a bolt and strange air-cutting noise.I think you should take a look at

~SNAP~

"Huh! What happened?"

"Was that a dream?"

"Where is the bolt?"

The bolt suddenly vanished into thin air and Ravina Ingale stood there safe and trembling. 

~THUM~

At the same time, the genius young sorcerer fell unconscious.

Ezra Zephyr simply turned his head above to where the 3rd branch of the spiritual tree was. "May I ask the reason behind your interference, Peak Master?"

"Whao! So it was his ancestor who saved her."

"That's unfair."

"YEAH, he didn't stop when she poured everything in her attack."

Master Uxama in return chuckled. "So what if I interfered, you evil lad."

Ezra Zephyr didn't say anything and simply looked towards a certain giant mountain in the middle of the sect. That was a threat, Master Uxama understood and laughed even more.

At the same time, a figure landed on the 2nd platform and took out a pill, stuffed it in Xyr's mouth.

"It was not him but me who interfered, this fight was won by Xyr. but Ravina is also an exceptional genius, losing her would be a waste, especially when a big war is right above our head." The one who said that was Master Antero of Arcane Wizardry Peak.

Hearing that, Ezra Zephyr nodded and stayed quiet. The fight of the 2nd silver platform ended and nobody would have believed that the man who is new and silent would win against the strong and menacing Ravina Ingale in such a domineering manner.

Ezra Zephyr's eyes now turned towards the 3rd platform, exactly what Zulfi Dimitry wanted him to do. But at that very moment, a crazy cry resounded, accompanied by a gigantic surge of spiritual energy. Surprisingly, the place it came from was 1st golden platform where the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom was and yes, the source of that huge wave of spiritual energy was none other than Drake Tubble.

"You bastard, I'll kill you." Drake growled, his eyes turned red in rage.

~WHOOSH~

Another gigantic wave of spiritual energy, the eyes of every person widened in shock. "He broke through!"

Drake Tublle breakthrough from the 4th level of the Core Formation Stage to the 5th Level. "Ahhhhh!" he cried yet again, like a madman.

~THUSH THUSH~

One by one all the chains that held him broke and now the formal number one unofficial outer disciple was free, ready to take his revenge.