The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 262 Cyclone Ordnance

Chapter 262  Cyclone Ordnance

The green eagle sword was sent flying, its originally unmatched sword light now scattered. Drake hastily circulated his spiritual energy, stabilizing the green eagle sword.

He looked over, only to find a glaring scratch on the sword. It was also trembling faintly, as if having sustained an injury.

Drake's complexion turned ashen, disbelief filling his eyes. The green eagle sword was just moments ago thoroughly suppressing the prince, why had the situation suddenly been reversed?

The strange purple hook in Ezra's hands was clearly only a low level Special tier weapon, it didn't possess the aura of top level special tier before. How had it scattered the sword light of his green eagle sword?

On the spiritual energy tree above, Master Antero and the rest of the hegemons looked down with a sliver of shock in their gazes. All of them were focused on the purple hook Drepa in Ezra Zephyr's hands.

"Hehe, how interesting. The thorny hook in this little one's hands seems to be extraordinary too." Antero chuckled chuckled in surprise. "The hook was only a low level earlier, but it seems to have evolved, leaping across the levels to reach the top Special tier"

The white brow Master Uxama's tone was filled with interest as he continued to vocalize his findings, "The hook seems to also function as an independant entity, how amazing…"

"It seems that this kid is also blessed by luck." Master Franco nodded.

Colleen Evil Peak master Bisma's red lips curved slightly, smiling as she gazed at Ezra's figure. "This little one is not bad, I'm beginning to like him more and more."

As she spoke, she swept a glance at Master Tarar.

Tarar softly chuckled, but did not respond. His gaze merely paused on the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom for a brief moment.

Under the countless gazes of shock from all around, the prince's expression was rather calm, though an apathetic semblance appeared in his eyes, he looked bored.

"Is that all?" The prince yawned.

"This lad is way too cocky for a new comer." Tarar commented.

At that time, a silent man spoke for the first time. "It is the right of powerful to be cocky." His was was akin to thunder, he was the master of Zenith Ghost Peak, Master Albus.

His black robe flattered in air as he glanced at Ezra Zephyr. "You see him wearing those silver braces? They contain weight imprints, Alas! We do not possess a decent rune master to decipher the depth of those uncanny imprints."

The words of Master Albus threw a bomb on other six, their reaction indicated that they do not doubt the judgement of Master Albus.

Master Tarar's face turned grave, a wrinkle appeared on his forehead as he pondered something.

The peince gripped the purple hook and swung, creating a series of after images.

He raised his head and looked towards the ugly expression on Drake's face and said, "It seems that your so-called background and resources are inferior to my own."

Drake could not help but laugh in anger when he heard this, and icily said, "You'd better not celebrate too early!"

His hands came together as vigorous spiritual energy dashed into the sky, merging with the green eagle sword that had been sent flying. The sword immediately shook as resplendent sword light exploded once more.

"I don't believe that I cannot chop apart your lousy hook!"

With a howl from Drake, green light exploded from the green eagle sword. A giant eagle seemed to emerge within the green light, releasing a long cry as an alarmingly savage aura swept forth. "Go!"

Yelled Drake with a dark expression. The giant green eagle like figure opened its beak, swallowing the green eagle sword, before transforming into a flash of green that dived down towards Ezra Zephyr.

Ferociously Imposing and destructive sword spiritual energy rippled endlessly from the green eagle's body as if intending to sunder the land.

Drake had roused the remnant Green God Eagle soul inside the green eagle sword, and its presence caused the expressions of numerous disciples to change.

The green eagle dived downwards in a threatening and ferocious manner.

Ezra Zephyr's eyes widened, his lips created an involuntarily greedy smirk as he said. "The soul of Green God Eagle! Thank you, honourable Drake."

The prince raised his both hands, heading towards the incoming attack. Violent black lightnings flickered and caused chaos on the golden platform. Dust and pebbles rose, segregating the sense of sight.

Ezra Zephyr took in a deep breath, before the poisonous hook was ferociously swung.

The wolf howled, merging with the attack as they boldy advanced. In the end, they crashed into the giant green eagle under countless shocked gazes.

~BOOOM~

At the moment of impact, an extremely berserk spiritual energy shockwave violently swept outwards.

Every gaze was tightly glued to the epicenter of the clash, where they saw the green eagle release a piercing shriek as an endless torrent of sword spiritual energy rained down on the hook.

However, none of this mattered to the latter as it continued to charge forward with terrifying power, smashing directly into the giant green eagle.

~CLANG~

A loud clang rang out. A wail immediately burst from the giant green eagle, its enormous body blown to bits by the charge of Drepa. As the Green God Eagle's soul fragment, it vanished into thin air. The green eagle sword was flung backwards, crack after crack appearing on its blade.

Drake paled and vomited a mouthful of blood, evidently also affected.

Gasp after gasp sounded in succession. No one had expected that Drake would be the first to be injured in the clash between these two. However, a certain large group burst into celeberation. Their cheers echoed in the sky, they were the disciples of Naran continent, who doesn't have slightest doubt in their prince.

Mahi who looked from far breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

Shifa coldly smiled as she looked at Natli and said, "It seems that who becomes the champion is clear."

Natli frowned as she replied, "Your leader is indeed very mighty."

She paused for a moment, before she looked at Shifa and asked "May I know your name?"

"Shifa Pista" she answered.

Natli nodded his head in acknowledgement and said. "Shifa, Ezra has angered Drake now. And the Drake Tubble I know should know will not lose so easily."

~AARRR~

The moment the final word left her mouth, a furious roar suddenly thundered from the golden stone platform.

A surge of alarming spiritual energy undulations swept out from Drake's body.

His originally handsome face had turned extremely dark and stormy, intense rage boiling between his brows.

Ezra Zephyr's counter attack had thoroughly humiliated him.

"You fucking peasant mutt!"

With an eerily chilling shout, he suddenly bit the top of his tongue and spat out blood on the green eagle sword. Bloody light blossomed from the sword as it ferociously shot forth, unleashing a rain of attacks on the Drepa to keep it occupied.

At the same time, a scarlet glow surfaced in Drake's eyes as his body moved, appearing in the sky above Ezra Zephyr.

His hands rapidly formed a series of seals as dark green spiritual energy began to flood the area behind him.

"Cyclone Ordnance, Triple Sword!"

them hissed and roared, faintly resembling a dragon roar as a cruel and savage aura spread across the area.

Vigorous spiritual energy frantically gathered, turning into three hundred feet long green swords above him. The swords began to fall with frightening velocity, heading straight towards Ezra.

"It's the Cyclone Ordnance! That's a high grade Gamma layer technique and is one of the strongest in the outer mountains. So that's the technique Drake selected in the Mystic Demon Library." Numerous cries of shock were heard.

Many disciples could not help but sigh as they shook their heads. Who could have imagined that the battle between these two individuals would reach such levels.

"Even some of the normal official outer mountain disciples would be unable to achieve this, right?" They asked themselves.

Under the attention of innumerable gazes, the prinxe gazed at the three green swords falling from the sky as he felt the astonishing undulations contained within them.

Ezra took in a deep breath as the Drepa in his hand disappeared and he raised his hands.

The spiritual energy in his body erupted with a rumble.

3 pillars of spiritual energy each hundred feet tall dashed into the sky from the top of his head. Savage violence pulsed from the three pillars, and at closer inspection, one would discover the glowing silhouettes of three ferocious Martial Animals within the pillars.

The moment the 3 spiritual energy pillars emerged, the three Martial Animal inside them hissed and roared, faintly resembling a dragon roar as a cruel and savage aura spread across the area.

The eyes of countless disciples widened, evidently recognizing the technique.

The technique the prince had used was also one of the high grade Gamma layer techniques of the outer mountains Mystic Demon Library, the 8 Lost Dragons!

Under the many shocked gazes, 3 boundless Martial Animal like torrents of spiritual energy shuddered as they smashed into the three green swords falling from the sky.

For an instant, the world around them seemed to shake.