The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 148 Pride Of The Lower Realm

?This attack of Carlo Aur was packed with spiritual energy, and Ezra Zephyr was knocked away.

~BhAAM~

He hit a giant tree and stopped, a forest ring that had numerous large trees in it resounded the sound.

Ezra felt a tremendous crushing force, he stood up.

"This is unbelievable, I thought you are an honourable man." He said and stepped forward.

~SHOOOOOO~

The man in loincloth appeared again, his entire body was dipped in greyish spiritual energy.

At that time, even Ezra couldn't see his movements but right after, something black flickered.

~CRAACKLLE CRACKLLE~

Black bolts danced around him, and the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom unleashed his spiritual energy.

The mitt of Carlo was two inches away from him, Ezra moved his head, and Carlo could see how his opponent was dodging his attack but everything happened so fast and beautifully that he couldn't do anything.

In the next moment, the upper realm invader saw a palm in front of his eyes.

~PHAAA~

It slammed onto his face, like a humiliating slap. With the same speed, his body was forced back.

~BAAAM~

Another slamming sound resounded in the forest, and a figure hit the giant tree again. But, that figure was not Ezra Zephyr but Carlo Aur.

His eyes widened, he couldn't believe he was countered every single time.

"Who are you?" He asked Ezra, but soon, he spoke again. "No... who is your martial spirit?" He asked the authentic question this time.

The smirking prince replied "Well, it's someone you know. If you don't then you can ask your martial spirit, the great hero Rajah Indrapatra."

Another shock appeared in Carlo's eyes. 'How does he know about my martial spirit?' But soon, the shock disappeared. He assumed that his dead brother would have told him.

"Name?" Asked Carlo again.

"Insects don't answer." Retorted Ezra.

Berserk black bolts flashed and he dashed towards Carlo.

Carlo flinched, he raised his hands to block the extremely fast punch. The punch went through his arms, he didn't feel anything.

"A feint!" His eyes widened in worry.

~BOOOOM~

A liver blow. "Agh" he curved a bit in pain.

~BHAAM~

With a nasty uppercut, the muscle man in a loincloth was blown in the air. Before he could prepare, the man in a black long coat with dark lightning flashing around him reappeared.

He spun in mid-air and aimed the chest of Carlo with his heel, the upper realm genius was quick enough to cover his chest.

~PHOOFF~

A heel hit and Carlo went down like a shooting star.

~BOOOOOM~

He hit the ground, forming a huge dent, unlike the previous round, this one had a nature-based ring. Even the air felt like a real breeze, none part of the ring looked man-made, all was purely natural.

Carlo grunted, his eyes moved to track the opponent, and he pushed himself to maintain the stance.

The black figure appeared once again, his palm gently touching the clean-shaven face of Carlo.

~DHAAAM~

And smashed it on the ground, the face still in the clench of the werewolf prince. He was about to shove it into the ground when something magical happened, Carlo Aur vanished.

It was not a run or another physical marvel but a spell, a teleportation spell.

Ezra smirked as he looked in a direction. "2nd Circle Spell, Finite Teleport. Right?" Said, Ezra.

A figure appeared in that direction, Carlo Aur was standing there with a disturbed expression. The man in a loincloth was not in a pleasant mood.

Carlo touched his chest and murmured. "1st Seal, unlock."

Greyish mana came out of his hand and went inside his body, a spiritual imprint appeared above his head, it consisted of three circles.

After Carlo finished, one of the circles vibrated and vanished. A large amount of spiritual energy surged out and Carlo moved.

He marched in front of Ezra Zephyr and appeared.

Ezra was bewildered, he could see the kick coming at him but its speed was something that enable him to dodge in meantime.

~BAAMM~

A metallic sound echoed and the man in the black coat was fanned away.

*cough cough* the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom felt the impact.

He took out the last weighing piece of training, the chest piece.

He felt as if he has became as light as a feather, and soon, the opponent of his showed himself. This time, the prince went for it.

His speed slightly shocked Carlo. "What an interesting man. He is the pride of the lower realm, too sad that such pride would be akin to shit beneath upper realm children's foot."

Despite the fact that Ezra killed his brother and also forced him to unlock the seal, Carlo was unwilling to accept the might of the lower realm.

Both met head on, and tremendous clashes of punches and kicks appeared.

Carlo showed terrifying speed and power while Ezra exhibited his unique techniques and calculated counters.

During the exchange of blows, Carlo landed a solid punch on Ezra's face. Blood oozed out of his nostrils, and Ezra ducked another punch that followed after the one that broke his nose.

As he dodged, he rushed upward. Carlo expected an uppercut, however, that was not an uppercut but an elbow aimed at his eye.

Carlo tilted his head and dodge by hair's breadth, the elbow unwillingly spared the eye but made a deep cut on the eyebrow, and red blood gushed out.

Both made some distance, Carlo took a deep breath and opened his mouth to spit words. "You are good with martial arts. No, the word good would be an insult, you are excellent." He praised genuinely and continued.

"However, what you just showed are moves, people will laugh at you if you call this bullshit a martial art."

Ezra raised his eyebrows and made a pouty moue. "Oh! Well... care to explain?" It was nothing but a ridiculous mock.

Carlo shook his head and said. "Words won't teach you but actions will, let me demonstrate."

He took out his sword, it was a sharp one. A shiny, it looked different compared to before. Or maybe because in the previous round, it was far from Ezra to inspect.

It was a strange sword or three swords, it had one hilt but three blades of different sizes, and it shone in greyish light.

He raised his sword high, and mana poured out of his body and gathered around the sword "Whippy Blade: Cleaving Space." Said he.