The Atrocious Werewolf Prince
Chapter 371 Millions of Swords

Chapter 371 Millions of Swords

Oh, you managed to scratch my skin! That's more than what I expected of a veteran diamond belt disciple."

The prince wiped off the blood on the back of his hand. Not only did Ajin show strong and robust spiritual energy, but his energy was extremely sharp. As such, his energy was able to invade the opponent's body at even the slightest contact. If not for the fact that Ezra Zephyr's body was of a higher grade, just the sword-like spiritual energy that invaded his body alone would give him a huge headache.

According to his estimates, Ajin Pardo should have a grade 6 Armament type Martial Spirit.

Upon seeing that Ezra's martial spirit had not been disrupted even with the many wounds on his body, Ajin raised his brows and said, "Your body is quite high quality huh… to think that you are able to withstand my piercing spiritual energy."

It was clear that Ezra Zephyr had neutralised all the spiritual energy that had invaded his body.

"But this is even better. I need not worry about breaking you…" The corners of Ajin Pardo's mouth raised slightly, filled with a chilling sensation.

His foot slammed into the ground the instant his words faded.

~BOOM~

Green spiritual energy swept forth from under his feet like a shockwave, spreading across the entire arena in the blink of an eye.

"Million Minimeter Swords"

The Green spiritual energy vibrated as it seemed to unravel, transforming into innumerable tiny hair-like green sword light. A split second later, hundreds of millions of sword light shot towards Ezra Zephyr.

In the face of this attack, Ezra stayed calm as a tree. He gazed upon the green sword light that seemed to fill the sky and land, Ezra's pupils shrank slightly. His body immediately gossamer, turning slightly transparent.

"Gossamer Steps!"

The prince didn't use Dragon Pelt neither did he take off any of his weight bracers. The spiritual energy and Martial Spirit of Ajin were weird, possessing a remarkable penetrating effect.

The prince did not stop after that, he rolled up his black coat's sleeves as something shone under the bracer of his arm, it was an imprint. The imprint flickered with a glossy glow, a sign that it had been prepared some time ago.

"Glassy Oil Body Imprint!"

In the wake of his yell, the rune instantly began to spread, as an oil-like look surged out and enveloped Ezra's body.

The current Ezra Zephyr looked like a man dipped in oil, the only difference was that his body was not wet. However, his defensive power had become shockingly terrifying.

"This should be more than enough." Mumbled the prince with a smile.

…

At the pavilion outside, Elder Lo spoke. "Elder Song, what is that rune? Do we have its formation at our peak?"

A few seconds passed and there was no response, forcing Elder Lo to wheel his head and what he saw was not the usual Elder Song, the current one was astounded with his mouth agape and eyes widened.

…

~CLANG CLANG~

The countless tiny green sword lights arrived just as Ezra Zephyr had finished his preparations. Crisp and clear sounds of collision echoed in the mountain peak.

Like a storm of green swords was violently raining down upon the land.

Outside the mountain range, numerous disciples swallowed when they saw this scene. The fights on the other 9 peaks were still in the warm-up phase, while Ezra Zephyr and Ajin Pardo had already unleashed their killing intent, showing no mercy against each other.

A disciple sighed and said, "Ajin is too vicious. The fight has only just begun, and yet he has already unleashed his signature move, Million Millimetre Swords. Even normal diamond belt disciples would have no choice but to retreat if they were up against this attack."

"He has no choice. Ezra eliminated the entire Blood Slaughterer Peak team previously. Therefore, Ajin Pardo must thoroughly thrash the prince in order to restore some dignity for his peak."

"I wonder if Ezra Zephyr will survive this barrage…"

"Anyone wanna bet? Odds are 5 to 1, you can earn big time if Ezra wins."

"I bet on junior brother Ezra Zephyr."

"What! Are you nuts?"

"Haha, are you afraid that senior brother Ajin would lose?"

"Hell no, let's make a bet… 500 spirit stones."

"I bet 200 on senior Ajin Pardo."

"I bet 700 on Ezra Zephyr."

"Whao! 700 is not a small number."

Soon after, the outside turned into a betting den. Tens of thousands of disciples betted on Ajin Pardo while merely a few thousand betted on Ezra, of which, most were from the Bloodfang Army.

....

Amidst the numerous whispers, the rain of tiny green swords slowly began to thin, before finally ceasing.

Countless gazes immediately looked over. Countless holes had been poked into the ground. Though each hole was the size of a little finger, they were completely pitch-black, and it was impossible to see to the bottom.

At the centre of the destruction, Ezra Zephyr stood with his arms crossed in front of him. Needle-like green sword light seemed to cover every inch of his body, making him look similar to a hedgehog. It was a painful sight to behold.

Ajin Pardo's eyes narrowed as he stared at this scene.

~BRUBLE~

A soft bubble sound was heard from Ezra Zephyr's body.

The oil-like cover swiftly began to fall. As it flowed, the tiny green swords stuck in the oily cover also fell off.

A few seconds passed. The entire oily cover had fallen off, returning Ezra's body to its original colour.

There were a few small needle-like holes on his body, blood was peeping out of them. The holes could be counted on fingers.

Seeing that his attack failed miserably, he snorted as he mocked, "Your snail shell is really tough."

These were merely superficial wounds. With his Gossamer Steps and the defensive rune, Ezra had managed to block the brunt of the onslaught.

This made Ajin's expression turn rather ugly. He had initially thought that this move would be enough to leave Ezra Zephyr helpless on the ground.