The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 98 Exchanging Blows



Chapter 98 Exchanging Blows

?Formidable, deadly, ruthless.

However, Ezra merely let out a prolonged laugh in response, no fear whatsoever as the Hook thrust forward to meet the attack head on. A dark purple radiance curled around the poisonous hook Drepa's tip, the small blades on it shone like a thousand stars.

~CLLAANG - CLLAANNG~

Axe and hool clashed, sparks flying with loud clangs. Spiritual energy rippled violently every time they met, shaking the surrounding air.

In a short span of a dozen breaths, the two had already exchanged dozens of blows. Every strike was ruthless without the slightest shred of mercy.

~CLLUUNK~

This time, the spear and short sword collided, only to be pushed back once again.

Prince Ezra's arm suddenly jerked as the invisible chain Gleipnit came into play and Efsa was shot forward, stabbing towards Ixtal Molarch's throat at a tricky angle.

However, just as the attack was about to land, an axe was swung towards it, slightly changing the trajectory of the bluish sword as it missed its target.

Ezra's expression was icy, with a thought, his body moved on its own, the hook and sword were extended, and the duo weapons were moving in the air as if they were two whips, that seemed to reach the sky as they descended, aimed at every inch of Ixtal's body.

"What a bizarre set of spiritual weapons!"

Ixtal's pupils tightened slightly. Ezra's duo weapons were on a continuous rampage. Its bizarre movement and powers were mysterious, Gleipnit was a chain that couldn't be seen with the naked eye, making the duo weapons very challenging to counter.

However, Ixtal Molarch was no weakling. With a slight swing of the Earth Shattering Axe in his hand, pebbles engulfed in smoky qi began to rise from it, forming a shield of black rocks in front of him.

~DHONG - DHOONG~

Countless whip liked attacks struck at the black rock, but all were repelled in the end.

Ezra Zephyr's and Ixtal Molarch's figures were simultaneously blown backwards.

Ixtal's expression was grave, the Earth Shattering Axe drawing a long scar on the ground. Opposite him, Ezra drifted backwards while the duo's purple and blue weapons rapidly gathered back in his grip.

The attacks of both parties had been vicious in their previous clash. However, every attack had ultimately been blocked.

The pupils of everyone watching the fight shrank slightly at this moment, evidently surprised that Ezra Zephyr did not seem to be at a disadvantage even against a Core Formation stage expert like Ixtal Molarch.

"I've truly underestimated you. To be capable of so much at the 6th level of the Qi Brightening stage is remarkable... "

Ixtal's eyes lowered slightly, his tone indifferent as he continued, "If given some time, I'm afraid that no one will hold much superiority against you... your talent is truly terrifying. In fact, I've begun to believe it now.

Ezra's eyebrows raised slightly. "Believe what?"

Ixtal calmly answered, "Believe that you really are the so-called heir of the werewolves' ancestral martial spirit and that Benedict Brownmane had merely stolen your martial spirit, allowing him to reach where he is today."

Ezra smiled but did not comment.

"However... " Ixtal paused, an extremely dangerous look emerging in his eyes as he stared at the prince of Bloodfang. "That is also why I've decided that it will be best to kill you here."

Ezra chuckled. "I'm afraid that you're not that capable."

Ixtal flatly responded, "I know that you obtained that Gamma layer skill, but I also know that you have not learnt it."

Ezra's eyes narrowed slightly. "The requirements to learn a Gamma layer skill are exceedingly stringent, plus your focus has been on breaking through into the 6th level while hiding here, and you naturally did not have the time nor conditions.

Therefore, you cannot possibly have learnt it. And even if you get the chance, time and everything. You still won't be able to learn it because you are not a cultivator, you are a sorcerer" Ixtal's calm explanation was filled with certainty.

Ezra Zephyr slowly replied, "You are pretty smart."

It was indeed as Ixtal had guessed. Although Ezra knew how to practice the Gamma layer skill, Glittering Wind and Light, he had yet to learn it.

Ixtal laughed, his hand slowly tightening around the strong Earth Shattering Axe as a toying look surfaced in his eyes.

"It's just such a pity, you don't have a Gamma layer skill... but..."

The Qi around him began to churn violently at this moment, akin to a black storm of thick smoke as it swept outwards, while astonishing ripples pulsed from his body.

The ground below his feet began to tremble.

"I have one!"

Shocked gaze after gaze watched as Smoky Black qi shot out from the top of Ixtal's head, culminating into a giant ring. An almighty and frightening pressure pulsed.

As the prince gazed at the blackish ring, his eyes narrowed.

A titanic black ring floated above Ixtal Molarch, emitting oppressing and berserk waves that dried up and cracked the ground below.

Every gaze in the mountain range was tinged with fear and astonishment as they watched this scene.

"That's... a Gamma layer skill!"

"Ixtal is the 1st born of Bearman's chieftain, it is not strange for him to have mastered one."

"That beastman has so many trump cards... "

"It's going to become dangerous for Ezra Zephyr. Given Ixtal's strength, even those super elite geniuses will have to face such power with seriousness."

"It's a Gamma layer skill, after all, its power is enough to be a game changer."

Numerous whispers rang out. There was now a trace of pity in the gazes that looked towards Ezra. The latter had displayed his extremely solid foundations when he fought with Ixtal, but it was ultimately still only the Qi Brightening stage.

Someone sighed, "Bloodfang's prince is still young and has yet to realise his full potential. If he had patiently bided his time instead and mastered a 5th or 6th circle spell, Ixtal will not be able to do anything against him."


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