The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 137 You Picked The Wrong Side

?Patches of blood could be seen on the floor, and dense blood allied with saliva dripped from Victor's mouth.

His overall height increased and towered over the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom, he was 7'5 feet tall. His muscles bulged, thick fur covered his body, and claws which can be considered short daggers protruded out.

His clothes above his waist were torn by his muscles, and only the remains of his well designed royal pants were there to hid his secret parts.

That was all the clothes he had, however, he was not naked. The Black Peak Armour and other protective armaments extended their size to fit the body of the wearer.

The spear also enlarged and adjusted its volume and size suitable for the now larger hands of Victor Brownmane.

The morphing process was not long, it happened in mere 5 seconds.

The attention of other battlefields dwindled by the sudden surge of spiritual energy.

They cast their eyes on the 8th ring and gasped, the morphing form of a lionman was not a common thing for anyone.

<5th Ring>

"Haha, the prince of lionman has revealed his trump card. The power of 2nd prince will multiply by many folds, I only wonder if your prince can win now?" Uttered Salom Uqually.

Zulfi paid neat attention to the morphing form of lionman, the reason for his precise gaze was not because he was afraid about the 8th ring's outcome. The main aim of his studying stare was to check the true form of lionmen tribe, they were the mortal enemies of Bloodfang Kingdom and also one of the top 10 tribes of the beastmen race.

"You are scared, right? I can feel you, even I, the genius of the Uqually clan envy the beastmen because of their morphing ability."

Zulfi Dimitry, who inspected Victor for long enough shifted his attention back to Salom Uqually and released a haughty smile, no words came out of his mouth.

This act of arrogance infuriates the man on his opposite side.

Salom smirked and spat towards Zulfi. "Playing tough, huh?"

The spit fell a few inches away from Zulfi's feet, he sighed, he looked as if he is fed up with this stupid fight.

"How many beastmen can morph?" A question was asked by Zulfi Dimitry.

The smirk on Salom's face got disturbed as he heard something unexpected. "What?" He retorted.

Zulfi placed the tip of the sword on the ground and placed both of his hands on top of the hilt, his stature changed and he exhibited a grave impression. "I asked a simple question, how many beastmen can morph into their true forms? Is the genius of the Uqually clan unaware of such trivial information?"

Salom's eyebrows furrowed, "Every mature beastmen." He answered.

"Very good, now another question. To which race are we Werewolves belong?" The same graveness was there when Zulfi asked the second question.

Salom's eyes widened as he pondered. "Beast...men." he stuttered somehow.

He finally understood what Zulfi meant, the prince of Bloodfang was also a beastman and he also possess the ability to morph into his true werewolf form.

At that moment, Salom realised that the one he is fighting was also a beastman. The battle up until now was equal, none could find the upper hand. The swordplay and movements were relatively parallel.

"Do you understand why we are not worried about our prince? Focus on your fight."

Zulfi who was about to pick up his sword looked into the eyes of Salom and spoke. "I don't know why you are so obsessed to kill Bloodfang's people. I am incapable of reminding any incident where Bloodfang had offended Guardians of Continent, you are a genius, considered the best in this generation, yet you took the side of Emily Jomez and misbehaved with our prince for no reason."

Zulfi Dimitry's words didn't have any hate in them, however, they were like sharp arrows piercing the numb brain of Salom. He continued. "Guardians of Continent is a force that does not mingle in the affairs of states and clans, their only purpose is to maintain peace.

But you betrayed the code of guardians and sided with Emily and ordered us to return the land? Are you daring enough to order the Brownmane Empire to give back all the land of Bloodfang that they conquered? A few decades prior all the land was owned by Bloodfang and Bloodfang only.

It's a disgrace for a martial master to let his emotions run wild over a woman, either do not follow the path of martial prowess or stick to it throughout your life until you reach the pinnacle of it."

Zulfi Dimitry's speech ended, all this time Salom Uqually listened to him quietly with his mouth agape.

~BOOOOM~

A loud blast could be heard from the 3rd Ring, Shifa and Ixtal fought like two mad bulls.

After the loud blow, Salom came back to his senses. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, he squeezed his eyebrows as if he was massaging his forehead to prevent the migraine.

He was in deep thought, why did he get so far for something so meagre? Emily would have been his, even if he had declined to offend Ezra, why did he underestimate the Bloodfang despite the news that they reconquered two kingdoms?

"You are right..." said Salom. He raised his head and looked at the Zulfi Dimitry.

"I fell for Emily the moment I saw her, I knew she was using me yet I let her. After seeing the name of Ezra on Spirity Tablet, I even colluded with upper realm invaders to kill him. *sigh* love for lady killed the lord."

Zulfi threw away his sword, and without any motion, another sword appeared in his hand, including a set of armour. The current Zulfi Dimitry had an absolute and different atmosphere around him.

"Don't you dare to think that I will spare you after you acknowledge the mistake, your doom is inevitable. The previous sword was not a special tier one, I lied. Here is the sword that his majesty bestowed upon me." The colour of the sword was off-white even the armour that had different colours connived with the intention of the sword and changed its colour.

"I will use my special tier sword, 'Paladin's Pledge' to kill you." Said Zulfi as his qi surged, the colour of his qi was off-white, majestic and gallant like that of knights written in archaic poetries.

Salom gazed at the other man, his voice refused to come out, he swung his head and the sword was thrown away.

Another sword appeared in hand, a long sword. It had a slight greenish hue and a killing aura, opposite to that of Zulfi's.

"I will use the special tier sword as well, I will not hold back or let you kill me, I admit my wrong and will atone for them. The name of this sword is Soul Slicing Sword, I bought it from the auction." Salom replied as he held his stance.

Zulfi slightly smiled. "I know about this sword, the one who sold it was none other than His Majesty Prince Ezra Zephyr."

This was a huge shock to Salom. "What!?" He let out a shout.

The smile vanished from Zulfi's face as he replied. "You picked the wrong side."