The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



After Theor, Argus Woska claimed the 5th platform. However, the moment he landed he heard a loud noise.

~BAAAM~

He looked and found that a giant man landed on the same 5th platform, he was behemoth sized, almost two times bigger than Argus Woska.

He was an independent non-shiyan disciple who was famous for his brute strength.

On the 4th platform, arrived Shifa Pista and Natli Teum, a rank 5th disciple who used to hang out with Ravina and Mahi.

Shifa looked murderous with her heavy armour on, she took out the Labrys of hers and prepared to attack.

"Hey, wait wait!" Said Natli.

She charmingly laughed and continued "I don't want to fight, I am a friend of Ravina and Mahi. How about we bet? If Ezra wins against Drake, the platform will be yours and if Drake wins, the platform will be mine. What do you say, sounds fun?"

Shifa Pista remained silent, on which Natli cunningly incited. "What! You don't trust your prince?"

"Haha." Shifa laughed. "I was just surprised why you want to lose this platform without a fight."

Natli's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

Shifa calmly said as he looked at the top golden platform. "Drake's defeat is set in stone, the question should be... how much torture our prince will inflict upon him."

He looked at Natli again. "I accept your bet."

Only 6 remained who continuously jumped on the pyramid. Drake Tubble, Paul Channa, Ravina Ingale. These 3 were ahead and the three behind were Ezra Zephyr, Xyr and Zulfi Dimitry.

Ravina Ingale dashed and reached the 2nd platform, it seems that she was not interested in the 1st position at all.

Without her, Drake and Paul infused their spiritual energy and bolted ahead until their feet touched the golden platform.

Drake cast a mocking glance at Ezra, as he nonchalantly remarked, "It seems that you did recruit enough people."

The prince stood on the 3rd silver stone platform, Black lightning flickered under his feet. He was currently looking to the top with an expressionless face.

Near the top golden platform stood Drake and Paul with their hands behind their backs. Two powerful presences like two towering mountains blocked the path towards the final golden stone platform.

Like two tigers blocking the road. Drake's indifferent gaze looked towards Ezra as he said, "Ezra, this is where you stop."

He did not speak any further, his gaze turning towards Paul. "Brother Paul, I'll be handing him to you. Delay him for an hour of time, and will be able to occupy the champion's platform."

Paul smiled slightly and replied, "Sure, but you must fulfil the promise you made."

Paul Channa was just that tiny bit weaker than Drake, and came from the prominent Channa clan. Hence, he was naturally not subordinate to Drake, but rather friends of sorts. Since Drake had asked him to take on this task, the latter would naturally have to pay a certain price.

"Don't worry." Drake nodded before his cold gaze turned towards Ezra, mockery lifting from the corners of his mouth, "Brother Paul will play with you for a bit. I've told you before that you shouldn't dream of taking first place."

"Hey, pretty guy." Ezra called out to Paul.

"Why don't you fight one of these guys and let me disfigure that shithead's mug?" He said as he pointed his thumb backwards to where Zulfi and Xyr were.  "They are pretty strong, maybe stronger than Drake."

Hearing these words, Paul frowned a bit before regaining his calm smile. "Brother Ezra, why clench the 1st rank when you enjoy one of the top 10?"

Ezra sighed. "It seems you don't understand words."

The prince raised his hand, Paul flinched but he didn't see anything coming out of Ezra's side.

"Chain of Chaos"

As Ezra uttered that, a small portal appeared behind the left leg of Paul. A chain made of black and red lightning zipped out, before Paul could move, the chain grabbed his leg.

It was the 2nd circle spell that he made himself, his control over the chains evolved into phenomenal.

The chain grabbed the leg of Paul Channa, he cried in shock. "What is this!?"

The prince moved his hand and the chain moved, the body of Paul Channa was swinging in mid-air before the chain threw him towards the 3rd platform.

~BAAM~

He landed on the 3rd platform, where Ezra, Zulfi and Xyr stood.

"You should have come here when I respectfully asked." Said Ezra as the black lightning danced under his feet.

Paul Channa was bewildered, he couldn't understand what happened.

The prince was about to jump when he pondered something. He looked towards the duo and asked. "Which one of you will fight him?"

This question raised the heartbeat of the duo.

"Obviously him, master." Said Xyr.

Hearing that, Zulfi Dimitry retorted. "I have a different opinion, you should stay here and secure this platform and I will follow his majesty."

"Mhm, why did you think that?" Xyr's expression turned grave.

Zulfi expressionlessly replied. "Because I am stronger than you."

The one who will go above means that he is stronger than the one below, despite the unity of Naran disciples, there has been a huge and famous rivalry going on between Zulfi Dimitry, the old leader and Xyr, the new powerhouse.

"Hmph, other than Master Ezra, no one here is capable of defeating me." Xyr boldly claimed.

Zulfi smiled. "It's because we have been on the same side, ever felt a sharp sword on your neck?"

"I'll prefer a scythe." Xyr retorted.

Ezra, who was listening to them finally lost his patience. "Oye, both of you knuckleheads. I don't have time, toss a coin."

"Yes, master."

"As you wish, your majesty."

Both of them quickly obeyed and Zulfi took out the coin, they quickly tossed it into the air.

~TIINN TINN TIN~

The coin fell, and the one who lost the bet was Zulfi Dimitry.

With that decided, Ezra jumped upwards and Xyr was about to follow him when he heard.

"Djinn of cult, never ever believe that I, Zulfi Dimitry am weaker than you." He said and turned towards Paul Channa.