The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

~CRAACCLLEE~

Black thunderclouds spat dark snake like lightning, each bolt striking the black lightning rod stone. In turn, the stone emitted wind and light attributes that poured onto the seated prince of Bloodfang Kingdom below.

Every time the wind and light power descended, Ezra's body would tremble uncontrollably.

Although he was already numb to the intense pain, his body would subconsciously react.

Ezra Zephyr's eyes were tightly shut, ignoring the pain from his body. After several days of training in this manner, he had already grown used to the strong winds and piercing lights.

At this current moment, all his attention was on the interior of his body. Powerful spiritual energy surged within his body where the faint glow of twinkling light could be seen. Along with the blooming light, the sound of rustling wind could be heard.

Light particles flicker as the wind blew, the two forces weaving into one while absorbing wisps of Chaos Lightning force from time to time. Slowly, the amalgamation seemed to transform into a mystical mark.

This mark was similar to light and wind and looked as if it was naturally formed. It was also extremely cryptic and profound.

A mark like this was known as a Skill Mark similar to Spell Formula, such a mark could only be obtained through special cultivation methods.

Once formed, it would be imprinted on the inner core like a seed of sorts. In future, one would only need to fuse spiritual energy into the mark to activate the skill.

However, it was clearly much simpler to successfully imprint a lower layer skill mark. The difficulty was substantially greater for the skill that has the level of Gamma layer and required extremely high talent and comprehension ability.

It was rumoured that the great powers were masters of innumerable skills and spells, their arsenals were akin to the starry sky, while powerful spell after spell and skill after skill easily flowed from their hands. After these great powers died, their techniques could be left behind through the power of their wills.

Just like the Spirity Bailiwick where spiritual blessings, treasures, skills and spells existed within the bodies of the native beasts and Martial Animals.

The Glittering Wind and Light skill mark that the prince had just managed to acquire was only at the elementary stage. To perfect it, one needed to keep exposing one's body to wind and light and gain an increasing understanding of the power within.

~BOOOM~

Ezra's tightly shut eyes abruptly opened at this moment, the glow of twinkling light flashing within them.

His hands curled slightly and were placed together at the base of the palm, one on top, one on the bottom as if he was cupping the sun or moon.

Meanwhile, the small mark in his inner core began to vibrate.

~SWWIIISCHHU~

A glow emerged as the light began shimmering between Ezra Zephyr's palms, starting off as a tiny dot that rapidly swelled in response to the influx of spiritual energy, transforming into a foot wide colourful ball. Violent ripples pulsed from the surface of the shining wind ball.

Ezra's hands were flung forward, shooting the colourful wind ball. Its speed was astonishingly fast, travelling a hundred feet in a flash before slamming into a mountain peak.

~BOOOM~

The entire mountain peak instantly collapsed, boulders tumbling down. Its destructive power was insane.

"As expected of a Gamma Layer skill!".

Ezra Zephyr was highly impressed by the skill's destructive power. He had merely been trying to test it earlier and had not used his full power. However, the resultant destructive power was already greater than his expectation, this was the first cultivation skill of Ezra Zephyr that he has used apart from mana spells.

A smile surfaced on the prince's face. Glittering Wind and Light had not disappointed him after all, the time spent being slashed by wind and light had not been wasted.

"Now that I have learnt the Glittering Wind and Light skill, my battle power has risen once again." Mumbled the prince to himself. He would be able to put up a fight even if against encountered those apex geniuses now.

~BBZZZZZ~

While the prince was mumbling to himself, he suddenly sensed some activity from the Spirity Tablet in the sky. He immediately lifted his head and saw rays of light converging on the tablet.

This sight caused Ezra Zephyr's pupils to shrink. When the Spirity Tablet acted in this manner, it meant that changes were being made to it. "Let's see who will be leaving a name on the tablet this time?"

Under the werewolf's attention, light swept across the tablet and ancient words gradually appeared.

"1st level Core Formation stage, Salom Uqually

Upper Realm, 1st level Core Formation stage, Rolo Aur."

The first two lines that had appeared stunned Ezra Zephyr. He knew who Salom Uqually was, but who was Rolo Aur? The Upper Realm? He wasn't from our realm? How had he entered the Spirity Bailiwick?" Ezra frowned. A bombardment of questions was unleashed in his head.

A split second later, however, his expression instantly changed when he saw the words that appeared behind the two names, an image of curiosity abruptly gushing out in his eyes.

"1st level Core Formation stage experts Salom Uqually and Rolo Aur joined hands against 1st level Core Formation stage John Stark. John Stark, injured."

Ezra gazed at the tablet, a voice rang in his head, and the monstrous wolf of Norse finally broke his silence. "Boy... I believe that guys are seeds of the upper realm"

"Seeds?" Ezra questioned.

"Yes, a seed to rule and control part of the lower realm, that can give them more talented people in the upper realm after ascending there."

"Hmm" a look of graveness appeared on Ezra's face, only this time, he felt a real threat in Spirity Bailiwick. "How strong do you think they would be?"

"Probably 1st level of Core Formation stage, but... the problem would be their Martial Spirits. If they are from above they'll have grade 7 martial spirits at least."

Ezra raised a brow as he uttered"And at most?"

"8th-grade martial spirit, they can not train anyone with above martial spirit, higher the grade, faster the growth. I can assure you that regardless of their looks, they would be around the age of 17 and below."

"An 8th-grade martial spirit..." Ezra stared at the tablet.

The signature grin formed on his face. "The Fair Sword of Humanity was a fine warrior, righteous and strong. We need more like him and..." he squinted his eyes, focusing on two names Salom and Rolo as he continued. "... less of them".

"You are going to engage them, boy?" Asked the wolf.

"Am I not obligated to, that human helped me and... his nature will prove to be helpful in future." The prince chuckled as he looked below, around 149 martial masters of Bloodfang Kingdom, ready at his signal to wage another war.

In the face of apex-prided geniuses, though John's martial prowess was strong, he was still an individual, and against someone from the upper realm, he did amazing to get out with some injuries.

"Fair Sword is injured, your majesty. He helped us, we need to find him immediately!" Theor's complexion was ashen. He said as soon as Ezra leapt off the mountaintop, the black bolts of Chaos appearing beneath his feet while he landed.

Theor was worried that his prince will be in danger when they encountered Ixtal Molarch. In his eyes, John came as a hero who protected his prince, and yet he had now been injured. If anything were to happen to him, Theor would spend his whole life regretting it, that was the nature of Theor Galearms.

Ezra didn't make any expression, he opened his mouth to say.

"We will avenge the Fair Sword, the Spirity Bailiwick will be their grave!"

When Ezra Zephyr saw the changes on the Spirity Tablet, the numerous prided geniuses in the entire Spirity Bailiwick were also shown the two names on it, causing them to immediately explode into a din that reached into the sky.

"Salom Uqually has also left his name on the tablet?"

"But who the heck is Rolo Aur? Holy shit, it's someone from the Upper Realm?"

"The Spirity Bailiwick is a blessing of our lower realm, how did these upper realm people sneak in? Are they planning on snatching our blessing?"

"Salom should be ashamed of himself. To think that he actually worked together with those from the upper realm to deal with Fair Sword of all geniuses!"

"Hmm, I originally thought he was a remarkable individual. Can't believe that he is actually so unscrupulous. Doesn't even try to be at least a little bit honourable, when he can't win, he gangs up with outsiders."

"He is indeed shameless. If I meet him, I will definitely spit on his face!"

"..."

The voices flooded every corner of the Spirity Bailiwick. Everyone was shocked by the information revealed on the Spirity Tablet. Of course, the thing that filled them with the most indignation was the one from the upper realm, Rolo Aur.

"Did this not mean, that the powerhouses of the upper realm had already infiltrated the Spirity Bailiwick?"

"Their target was definitely to snatch away the Naran Continent's blessings."

"It seems that the waters in the Spirity Bailiwick were exceptionally deep this time..."