The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 136 Victor Of 6th Ring

?Inside the 8th ring, Theor Galearms waved his hands and dashed towards Emily Jomez, the bloody spears followed him.

~BANG - BANG~

Another couple of clout and his march hindered like prior times.

Theor clicked his tongue in vexation, he couldn't find any gap to close the distance, Emily was able to form her 3rd circle as well. Their martial prowess was similar.

But when Theor gave a clearer look to the female sorcerer, he found that the body of Emily became paler compared to before and her hands were shuddering a bit.

A thought pinched his brain, "Let's try that" he pondered.

He stomped his foot on the ground and golden qi released from his body, he murmured. "Beta Layer Skill, Twin Crescent"

Two curved slashes were produced by the Royal Crescent set of short shamshir swords, golden qi accompanied the attack.

Emily Jomez flinched, she quickly twirled her hands, and the spears circled as well to block the incoming attack.

But to her surprise, the attack was not directed towards her but the targets of the Beta layer skill were the dual bloody spears.

~BOOOM - BOOOM~

Two gigantic blasts occurred, skill and spell hit each other.

The power and level of both were equal, but the outcome was different. The spears were still intact and floated in mid-air. However, they were quaking terribly as if they were about to fall.

"Argh" Emily softly gasped, her mana was draining at a terrible rate.

Just when she was worried about the shortage of mana, she saw a flying object twirling towards her.

Emily's eyes widened, it was one of the swords of Theor Galearms.

She quickly slammed down her hands as she yelled "Haaahhh" the spears were shot towards Theor.

She quickly cried "1st Circle Spell, Blood Shield"

~BROOOM~

A thin shield appeared like a wall in front of her, but it was too weak to stop the sword.

~CHHUUK~

Half of the sword pierced the wall and the tip of Royal Crescent penetrated the chest part between her jubblies.

At the same time, the spears appeared above Theor. He swung his sword with all his might, golden qi gushed out of his body as he cried. "Beta Layer Skill, Sole Crescent."

The single sword in his hand released a lone crescent slash towards the incoming bloody spears.

~BOOOM~

The spears were destroyed and Theor was knocked away, his arm was hit by the aftermath effects of the collision, and blood droplets dripped from his arm as he stood up.

When he looked at the front, the lady with blood attribute was already on her knees. The sword was stuck on her chest, she released the last bit of her mana to create the shield.

Suddenly, Theor realised something, and his eyes widened. "She is alive!?" He subconsciously shouted.

When he was preparing to attack again as the last nail in the coffin.

The mysterious voice came again, "The victor of the 6th Ring is Theor Galearms. He will be sent to the next floor."

With the mysterious voice, everyone's attention was diverted towards the 6th Ring, with the exception of Farrie and Reema, they were too busy to kill each other.

Theor looked at his master, the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom, Ezra Zephyr.

Ezra smiled at him. "Well done." He said.

~WOOOOSH~

Both Theor Galearms and Emily Jomez vanished from the 6th ring.

Emily was not dead but she lost all the power to fight. Thus, that resulted in Theor's victory.

<8th Ring>

"My subordinates are amazing, aren't they?" Said Ezra Zephyr with his eyes stuck on Victor Brownmane.

The latter was in a strange state of mind, he was injured and lost in thought. But as he heard the mysterious voice, he came back to reality.

Now, his eyes became different, the energy inside of them was very disparate compared to his earlier demeanour.

"I shall not fall here." He mumbled.

Ezra raised his eyebrows. "You alright? I have yet to ease my anger." Said he.

"Ezra Zephyr." The second prince of the Brownmane Empire opened his mouth to speak, his voice became louder as he continued. "I was too arrogant earlier and underestimated everyone, even though my brother warned me, I ignored his warning."

Ezra's eyebrows twitched, he asked. "Your brother?"

Victor smiled bitterly. "Yes, my elder brother, crown prince Benedict Brownmane. The same genius who took your martial spirit, he is already in Holy Law Sect, far beyond your reach."

Ezra's emotions changed, the real enemy of his was the crown prince of the Brownmane Empire. The second prince was just a gift from destiny to him to vent his anger on.

"Oh! What he exactly warned about?" Ezra wore his signature evil grin and asked.

Even though the name of the crown prince was enough to wake his emotions like a burning volcano, he kept his calm composure and smirked

"He warned me about everyone... especially you." He said and continued. "He called you a beast who has been sharpening his claws and fangs in secret."

Now, Ezra was shocked deep inside. In a world where geniuses mocked and laughed at weak existences, the crown prince of the Brownmane Empire was cautious of me, even after he knew the fact that I was crippled by him and his father.

"Did he get the news of me recovering from my injuries? No, that is impossible. The information was well hidden. Did he assume that from his instincts? The crown prince is not simple like his younger brother." Ezra thought as he listened to the words of Victor.

"If only I had taken his advice and trained myself the way he wanted, the outcome would have been very different. But still... I have yet to reveal my trump card."

Ezra sighed. "Trump cards are meant to be used as a surprise attack, stupid ass."

"Why should I hide it when I have the power to face you head on." When Victor finished his words, something strange happened.

Victor's body grew in size, the slim body of his slowly turned bulkier, his height increased, the jaw of his protruded as canines were shown inside his body.

His pretty hands changed themselves with wide large paws, and sharp claws attached to the top of his fingertips.

A thick brown mane grew over his neck and head, the second prince of the Brownmane Empire was morphing into his true lionman form.