The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 227 Winner Of The Race

?At the Green Mountain, gazes were stuck on Ezra Zephyr.

At a cursory glance, one would only be able to see a blurry silhouette.

A storm of noise immediately exploded.

"What? Ezra Zephyr's entire body has become gossamer?!"

"How can that be?! One needs to be at the second level to achieve that state!"

"Although it's quite impossible, the facts are staring right at us."

"My god"

Overwhelmed voices sounded one after another, everyone completely stupefied as they gazed upon the fully wind-like figure.

Natli had covered her mouth with her hands, shock colouring her entire face. Beside her, Mahi's eyes flickered with a resplendent light as emotions surged in her heart. Meanwhile, Ravina faintly smiled.

"His majesty is awesome." Uttered a dazed Gill Subzi.

Ash Bekham also swallowed time and time again.

"This guy…" Paul Channa's expression had turned rather serious.

Next to him, although Drake did not say anything, his eyes narrowed slightly. The current red werewolf gave him a huge feeling of danger.

Under the countless shocked gazes across the area, Ezra's body fully turned Gossamer. His toes pushed off the ground as he transformed into a blurry figure that shot forward at an astonishing speed!

~SWIISH~

Every gaze in the area was focused on a single thing. Ezra Zephyr fully gossamer figure shot forth like a shadow as a seemingly entire sky's worth of spiritual energy knives continuously swept past his body. This time, however, the knives seemed to be piercing through wind, unable to amount to much of a hindrance or do any harm to Ezra Zephyr.

The second level of the Gossamer Steps technique allowed Ezra's body to turn completely Gossamer. He was now akin to a gale of wind, ungraspable and formless.

His speed had also risen to an alarming level. Numerous disciples could only see a blur shoot past, unable to make out Ezra's figure.

In the short span of a dozen minutes, the gap between Ezra and Roshi rapidly shrunk.

The activity from behind was also detected by Roshi at this moment. His gaze swept back, only to be scared stuff, horror and disbelief filling his eyes.

"What! A martial animal, Elder Rustam, there is a martial animal in green mountain."

Rustam coldly retorted. "Open your eyes and take a good look again."

It was then that Roshi realised that the red-looking werewolf was none other than Ezra Zephyr. "How is this possible?! How can his body fully become Gossamer?!" Howls of terror and shock rang out in Roshi's heart.

How could it not know that the full gossamer body was a mark of stepping into the second level of the Gossamer Steps technique?

Which was to say, Ezra had already knitted 72 yarns!

But how could this be?! How long had Ezra practised the Gossamer Steps technique? Was his talent really at such a monstrous level?

Although Roshi had borrowed the power of the Energy Boost Pill to forcibly raise the level of his Gossamer Steps technique, it was for one only temporarily, second, it had only allowed him to come very close to the second level of the Gossamer Steps technique.

There was still a gap between this and the true second level.

Roshi's face began to warp and distort, evidently overwhelmed by this information.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! It must be some kind of trick!" Howled Roshi in his heart. The spiritual energy in his body quickly began to circulate even faster, pouring all of its power into the Gossamer Steps technique as he frantically dashed towards the peak.

The peak was almost within reach, and he had to reach it first at any cost. If not, he would surely become a laughingstock.

Roshi became quicker and quicker as if squeezing out every ounce of his potential, as he headed straight towards the peak.

When the numerous gazes saw that Roshi was about to reach the peak, their hearts leapt to their throats, clearly very anxious.

"I'm going to win! As long as I reach the peak first, I will have won this match!"

Roshi's eyes were tightly glued to the rapidly approaching peak. At this current time, nothing else could enter his eyes.

The peak grew closer and closer.

A hundred feet… sixty feet… thirty feet… ten feet...

An almost crazed smile slowly began to emerge from the corners of his lips as the tree at the peak was reflected in his eyes. No matter what happened, he would be able to take everything back as long as he won this match!

"So what if you have insane talent? I'm the one who will be winning this match!"

However, when he was only a few feet from the peak, he suddenly heard the piercing sound of rushing wind behind him. The corners of his eyes twitched as his gaze swept to his back, causing his entire body to turn cold as he saw a blurry red werewolf figure rapidly approach from behind as if riding on a cloud. In the end, the figure brushed past him in a single step.

Their gazes seemed to meet at that very moment.

However, Roshi's was filled with terror, while Ezra's remained chilly, not even the slightest ripple to be seen.

"NOOO!"

A cry of misery erupted from Roshi's mouth.

But Ezra's gossamer figure had already taken the next step, reaching the peak of the majestic verdant mountain as countless gasps and cries sounded.

At the peak was a giant boulder on which Ezra Zephyr now stood. His gossamer body gradually returned to normal as he looked down from above, his werewolf form turned back to humanoid form, the view of the countless figures dotting the surroundings of the mountain entering his eyes.

The instant Ezra Zephyr stood on the peak, Roshi's body stiffened. He stood there, merely a few feet from the prince, a dull look in his eyes and his face deathly pale.

He never imagined that he would actually lose.

In the air, Elder Yin's expression had also turned a little ugly in this scene. The corners of his mouth twitched as he cursed inside, "Useless trash!"

This outcome had also exceeded his expectations.