The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

He lifted his head as if sensing something, and looked towards the far right where a figure in Red Clothes was peacefully seated next to the window. The seats around him were empty because of the astonishing qi that swirled around his body, an aura that made everyone wary.

When Ezra's gaze fell upon the figure in red, the monstrous wolf of Norse in his body warned him to be cautious.

The Chaos Force snaked on his palm and flickered as an intense bolt occurred on his hand.

The emotions on Ezra Zephyr's face were cut away bit by bit, still as a statue as he stared at the figure in a red dress.

"What is this uneasiness?" Pondered the prince of Bloodfang.

The figure in reddish robes also seemed to sense something, the moving wine cup in his hand pausing slightly, before he slowly turned his head and saw Ezra with his slanty eyes.

The gazes of the two met at this moment, the entire world seemed to fall into silence.

The man in red saw the wolf shoulder plates and the crest of Bloodfang.

Ezra gazed at the unknown and he frowned when his sight landed on the symbol on his robe

Spiritual energy rumbled in their bodies as their blood began to boil. In an instant, both of them simultaneously knew who the other party was.

The Bloodfang Kingdom, Ezra Zephyr.

The Brownmane Empire, Victor Brownmane.

~WHOOOM~

A surge of powerful qi swept out from the figure in reddish robes like a storm. The flesh, blood and bones in his body seemed to vibrate at this moment as a faint lion's roar echoed.

A mighty and dignified aura spread from his body as if he was a lion himself.

The other diners in the vicinity were also caught in the aftershocks, their sorry figures backing away one after another.

Although they were pretty mad inside, they could only swallow the angry yells that were about to escape their mouths when they saw who the figure was.

The mighty aura converged into a maelstrom of power before sweeping towards Ezra.

"Hee hee, my my, isn't the 2nd prince of the Brownmane Empire being a little too tyrannical? This place isn't owned by your empire, can't you let others eat in peace?" Farrie Holaleth's peach blossom like eyes narrowed slightly as she softly chuckled.

She took a step forward as a similarly powerful mana burst out from her body, completely blocking the pressure from Victor Brownmane.

Ezra's face was unchanged, the only difference was the black bolts dancing around his body, he raised his hand.

~CRAACCKLE~

It was as if a flash of lightning from hell had shot out. The powerful qi from Victor seemed to have been pierced by something, emitting a faint sound as it disappeared without a trace.

The choking pressure followed suit, fading from the area.

"Prince of Brownmane Empire, if you attempt to do anything similar again, then I will never hold back regardless of our country's affairs" There was an angry expression on Araric's face.

Why was everything going wrong today? Why did it seem that every bad person is colliding with the young lady?

He really could not take it anymore, the spearman of the elf race, raised his hand and with a sparkle of light, a whitish yellow spear came into being within his grip. He unleashed his mana, and a surge of blinding light mana drowned the restaurant, he proved that his talent is no less than that of Victor's.

Ezra's expression was akin to still water, it was like the light did not affect his red eyes. He only stared at the second prince of Brownmane, his five fingers tightly clenched around his palm. The chaos force thundered as if it wanted to burst out, but it was firmly suppressed by him.

The view before his eyes seemed to ripple faintly as if a long forgotten memory had been unlocked.

It was an ice-cold altar, he had been placed at its centre, and in front of him lay another tiny baby boy. When he looked over, the baby boy seemed to smirk at him.

Ezra's eyes gently closed, darkness descending, before being opened once again as the view before him returned to normal.

Everyone on the floor watched the stand-off as low whispers and cries of shock sounded.

"Is that the Victor Brownmane of Brownmane Empire?"

"He is indeed as powerful as the rumours say!"

"Tch tch, is that Farrie Holaleth? And the Araric the spear... these two elves are not easy to deal with!"

"There's also that otherworldly wolf-clothed guy, I've heard that his martial spirit was stolen by Brownmane Empire, that's how they became an empire out of nowhere."

"No wonder he was able to dispel Victor's pressure with a single finger."

"But who is that other kid with duo swords in hands?"

"He is with the Bloodfang prince"

"It's Bloodfang! I know the story behind them. I heard that the Brownmane Empire rebelled against the Bloodfang Empire, and the phenomenon of the Lion devouring the Wolf back then refers to them taking the martial spirit of the Bloodfang's prince, while that prince is called Ezra Zephyr!"

"So that's it, these two truly are old enemies!"

"No no, the one who stole was Victor's elder brother, Crown Prince Benedict."

"But the gap between Bloodfang and Brownmane is too great... with the power of Brownmane, he would have likely been swatted to death by a single palm."

"..."

Numerous voices stealthily sounded as many people watched this scene in interest.

While everyone thought that a battle would break out, Victor suddenly withdrew his qi, his expression neither happy nor angry as he stood up.

He did not speak, eyes directed to his front as he brushed past Ezra and the rest.

Only when he passed by Ezra did his footsteps finally pause for a moment. He did not look towards him, eyes fixed on the empty air in front of him as he spoke in a seemingly disappointed manner, "My brother has given you so much time, but you have used it wisely, let's meet at Spirity Bailiwick."

He nodded his head with a smile, no further words as he walked down the steps.

No change at all could be seen in Ezra's expression. He slowly released his grip, the chaos force lightning on his palm finally suppressed.

"Let's eat." He said.

The group seated themselves at a table, Farrie's peach blossom like eyes curiously sweeping across Ezra's body as she asked, "You quarrel with Victor Brownmane? Shall I play arbiter for the both of you?"

Ezra chuckled and answered, "It's a life or death quarrel, and only one of us can live."

Farrie was silent for a while, before she said, "Then you're truly unlucky. You're completely outclassed by him. There are no absolutes in this world."

Zhou Yuan slowly said, "5 years ago, my eight gates and martial spirit were nowhere to be found, making cultivation impossible, but have I not come all the way here too?"

Farrie and Araric were startled for a moment. This guy had only found his cultivation journey and martial spirit five years ago?

"Tch tch, it seems to me that there is a tiny possibility that you do have a 5th-grade spirit." Farrie propped up her cheeks and grinned. "But don't worry, with us here, even Victor can't do anything to you!"

Ezra smiled and passed the menu to Farrie, "Then I'll have to give my thanks, go ahead and order."

Bipasha was quiet in this thriller, which made Ezra ponder her intentions.

A rough glance had told him that all the food here was really high-class. Let alone tier 1, even tier 2 Genesis Beasts were available, the only thing was the excessively high prices numbering in several hundreds of thousands of spiritual crystals.

Farrie received the menu, her pretty eyes glancing towards Araric as she said with a wide smile, "Since I am treating us all... we'll have all the most expensive ones!

Steamed fire rooster chest!

Simmer-fried Crocodile!

Air Blaze Sparrow!

The corners of Araric's mouth twitched slightly as he listened to Farrie shout out dish after this. This lass was really not the least bit smart!

Night arrived, and Ezra was seated on a bed in their room. With a grasp of his hand, the Magma Core appeared within, while the 2nd Circle spell appeared in front of him.

His eyes seemed to sparkle a little as he gazed upon these two items. After seeing Victor today, he had no choice but to admit that the latter was quite powerful.

However, this did not give rise to any fear within him, because he knew he can beat him.

Instead, it made a raging battle intent surge out in Ezra's heart.

He knew that Brownmane Empire was a stumbling block on his path of martial prowess. Only by defeating the latter would he truly be able to walk the road of the Atrocious Werewolf.

"Victor, we'll see just who dies at whose hands in the Spirity Bailiwick. When the time comes, I will let you know that my martial spirit is not so easily devoured.

All of the misfortune you guys have caused me has given me something you can't even imagine.

Only by stepping over all of you will I finally become free, that's why... don't celebrate too early!" He grinned as he uttered.

There was no longer any hesitation in Ezra's heart. Rays of light emerged from between his brows as the illusory figure of his martial spirit, Fenrir emitted a suction force, directly consuming the Magma Core.