The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 132 All Rings Are Ready

?"The victor of 1st ring is Carlo Aur." The mysterious voice resounded.

It was at that moment when the abrupt reality stabbed the others.

"CARLO!!" Farrie yelled.

Her eyes widened as if she saw something that she never imagined in her wildest dreams.

"How can we fight such a monster!" Leomord uttered.

Fair Sword tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, he calculated numerous ways to save himself from that strike but the outcome of each calculation was certain death.

Victor Brownmane was stunned as well, his heart paced as he subconsciously praised his instincts to not choose that ring.

Out of nowhere, a white circle was formed around the body of Baron, surprising everyone, it was a spell.

Only a few know who cast that spell and their heads changed direction towards the very last ring.

"Soul Absorption Spell" murmured Ezra Zephyr.

Carlo Aur saw that as well, he jerked his hand again.

~SWOOSH~

The formula within the circle was disturbed and the spell was cancelled.

The visage of Ezra slightly changed, that devilish smile was nowhere to be seen.

Carlo's eyes met with Ezra's, it felt as if they were talking to each other.

Ezra cast the spell again, "Soul Absorption Spell" his eyes were still stuck on Carlo, his opponent Victor Brownmane looked like a not serious matter to him as his attention was on 1st ring.

Carlo moved his hand again, but this time the spell was not cancelled. His urumi sword vanished and he wrapped his hands around each other and looked at the spell.

His impression revealed a sense of superiority as if a gigantic dragon was looking at a fragile deer naively jumping and planning something.

He showed that he has the power to disturb Ezra's plans but he is allowing him to do whatever he can to entertain him later.

A ball of light emerged from the dead body of Baron and slowly moved towards the 8th ring. Victor Brownmane knew what is going to happen, he saw Ezra doing that in the coliseum.

"Like hell I'll let you." He shouted, the blazing spear rushed towards the werewolf prince.

~CRAACKLE~

A single bolt of black lightning emerged from within the body of Bloodfang's prince and hit the spear.

~BANNG~

With a loud collision, the spear was knocked back, Victor caught the spear in disbelief. It was the same attack that knocked Baron earlier.

"You have advanced... you are in the Core Formation stage!" Uttered Victor Brownmane.

The werewolf prince didn't answer him until the ball of light came and went into his body, only then he looked at Victor Brownmane.

"Are you worried?" Asked Ezra as the evil grin emerged on his face again.

At that point, the mysterious voice came again. "Carlo Aur will be sent to the next floor, any more delay in the duel will result in disqualification and death."

~SWOOOSH~

Carlo vanished from the 1st ring.

At that time, the shock was minimized and everyone looked at their opponent.

<2nd Ring>

"I know I can't land a scratch on Carlo Aur, but..." Fair Sword held the sword with his both hands, his qi surged as he continued. "I will make sure to avenge Baron with your death."

Karl stepped forward with his fingers clenched in fists. "You are beneath me." Mana came out of Karl at an insane rate, with Carlo gone, he was released from the huge pressure.

<4th Ring>

"Carlo... Carlo..." Farrie was bemused.

"Hahaha, Finally! Carlo avenged Rolo, how does that feel, huh? Seeing your loved one dying in front of you?" Reema laughed like a mad woman, her tears were still wet on her cheeks.

At that instant, the atmosphere around Farrie Holaleth changed drastically. "All of you will die here!"

From the tone of Farrie Holaleth, it wasn't a talk but a declaration. Her green figure emitted an ominous energy. Reema's laughter ceased and soon she released her bluish acidic mana.

<5th Ring>

"We finally met, scum of Bloodfang." Said Salom Uqually.

"I'm unwilling to chat with the dog of the upper realm, let my sword answer you." Zulfi Dimitry replied.

Both swordsmen attacked menacingly, the clash left sparkles in the air.

<3rd Ring>

Ixtal Molarch took out his Earth Shattering Axe, as he exchanged gazes with Shifa Pista.

"Oh! Where did I leave earlier?" Shifa said as she gently tapped her temple with her index finger to remember.

Ixtal Molarch frowned. "Shut your mouth, bitch." He said.

"You don't want to know how your lover died? And I am a she-wolf not a bitch, I didn't know you are a speciesist" she replied as her Labrys came out, her entire body got instantly covered in heavy armour.

<7th Ring>

The Prince of Stripe Beasts Empire and Battle Maniac Dwarf from Dwarven Empire Gotlonda were destined to fight.

"I respect you, Akkar. The tales of your love for battles even reached the ears of my empire." Said Leomord.

The dwarf laughed. "Haha, it is an honour to fight with you, Prince Leomord. Feel free to come at me with full power, no hard feelings regardless of the outcome." Akkar said as he swung his axe hammer to warm up.

"Haha likewise, I'll try my best to not kill you." The Tigerman replied as his gauntlet shone, sharp claws protruding from the gauntlet.

<6th Ring>

Emily Jomez was in a sweat, she had to fight Theor Galearms. The weakest duo amongst the top 16 faced each other, after Ezra jumped towards the 8th ring, Emily was the quickest to regain her witts. When Emily Jomez jumped towards the 6th ring, Theor released every bit of his power and followed her, the 6th ring was filled first.

Theor's face was filled with anger, he looked at the latter in malice. Emily, on the other hand, was battling with Theor and she knew how his speed gave her a bundle of troubles, if not for her backup she would have died back there.

But now, she had to fight Theor again, and without any backup this time. Her fate was sealed the moment she was chosen in the top 16, the weakest opponent she could get was Theor, who overpowered her in an earlier encounter.

"You will pay for the bitchery you showed in the auction" said Theor with both hands tightly gripping curved short swords.

Emily bit her lip. "I shouldn't have come here, shit..." She said to herself.

<8th Ring>

The face of Lionman Prince, Victor Brownmane turned red when his spear was knocked away by the spiritual energy of Ezra.

"He is on a different level, how many blessings did he get?" A wave of doubts and questions attacked the mind of Victor Brownmane.

"Shall we start, mighty prince of Brownmane?" Inquired Ezra as he stepped towards the lionman.