The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

Chapter 255 Race To Platform

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In the sky, a tree made of spiritual energy floated.

Hearing the words of Master Franco, the air around Master Bisma and Master Uxama also turned much colder.

In the end, Master Antero waved his hand and said in a low voice. "Think about the big picture."

"Hummph!" Fury flashed in the eyes of Bisma as she let out an icy snort. She looked as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately resisted the urge. However, her soul-stirringly beautiful face was clearly covered in frost.

The white brow elder lowered his gaze and remained silent.

The Blood Slaughterer Peak master Tarar sighed softly.

The Alchemic Rune Peak representator remained expressionless.

Antero chuckled, consoling everyone two more times, before casting his gaze to the numerous stone platforms below.

Amongst the innumerable figures, Ezra Zephyr and hundreds he led rapidly ascended the pyramid.

Master Antero concentrated on the youthful figure as he said in a soft voice, "Let us see whether this young one will be able to give us a pleasant surprise…"

10000 stone platforms were gathered in the shape of a pyramid as they floated in the sky, dazzling brilliantly when the rays of the sun shined upon them.

~BOOOM BOOOM~

At this current moment, berserk mana and qi violently pulsed from numerous platforms.

One would see a swarm of glowing figures continuously leaping upwards, jumping from platform to platform as they climbed.

There was pretty much no other rules for this peak selection ceremony. At the center of each stone platform was a mat. As long as someone could sit on it without being disturbed for an hour of time, the stone platform would close, restricting anyone else from entering.

When this happened, it would mean that the platform had been occupied. Any means could be used to achieve this, including killing.

Therefore, when someone powerful appeared on a stone platform, others might gang up on this individual, making the situation extremely chaotic.

~SWIISSH SWISH~

The prince and the rest stuck close together as stone platform after stone platform rapidly passed by under their feet, their figures never lingering even for a second.

There was slightly less than 500 people in their group, each an elite amongst the unofficial outer mountain disciples.

Hence, their goal was the top five hundred in the peak selection ceremony and this place was clearly not their final destination.

A short distance to their front on the right was another group leaping past platform after platform. They were the Shiyan disciples led by Drake Tubble. The gazes on both sides clashed from time to time, sparks flying.

The numbers of these two parties were special when taking into account all the outer mountain factions, they were two most unified groups, hence why their every action seemed exceptionally attention grabbing.

The other disciples on the stone platforms gave way one after another, not daring to compete with these two groups. Soon, Ash Bekham, Rock, Ray Lime and others joined them as well. Reaching 600 in numbers, it was that time when Ash and rest realised the monstrous power and numbers of Naran disciples.

As time passed in this manner, the two groups of disciples rapidly passed by numerous platforms and began to gradually approach the upper area of the pyramid.

This was where the top 600 hundred stone platforms lay.

The disciples that were confident enough to come here were all powerful in their own right. Thus, the battles between them grew increasingly intense.

By this point, individuals from the two groups finally began to break off and select their stone platforms, not advancing any further.

Of course, besides the two factions led by Ezra Zephyr and Drake Tubble, there were also many other disciples vieing for these stone platforms, which consisted of both non Shiyan and Shiyan disciples.

After all, not every outstanding disciple had been recruited by Ezra and Drake.

Even more had chosen to remain neutral, declining to be part of the grudge between the two parties. Only Naran continent remained unified.

However, they were currently faced with the situation of limited platforms. Hence, they no longer cared which party anyone belonged to, directly engaging any competitor they met in combat.

Drake was at the very front, his icy gaze occasionally sweeping towards Ezra, who was just a short distance behind.

He had originally planned to recruit elite Shiyan disciples and forcibly occupy the top ten spots. If Ezra dared to contest, the group would gang up on him and chase him off.

If that were the case, Ezra would not even have the chance to duke it out with Drake Tubble.

However, Drake had not expected that Ezra would also have a group of elite disciples, even better than his.

Together, they were an extremely strong force, making it impossible for his initial plan to work.

"Since that is so, I will personally stomp you into the ground!" Drake's eyes were filled with ridicule. As long as Ravina Ingale did not interfere, he would let Ezra understand the gap between them.

He wanted the prince of a remote kingdom to know that a peasant like him should have obediently stayed in his shitty peasant kingdom.

How could a peasant like him have designs on a girl blessed by the heavens like Ravina Ingale?

Drake raised his head as the top most area of the pyramid came into view.

1 golden and 9 silver stone platforms glittered under the sun. These were the top ten spots.

By this time, there were only nine figures remaining behind him. However, powerful spiritual energy undulations spread from all of them, clearly showing that each one was a formidable individual qualified to compete for the top ten.

Their eyes gradually began to burn with excitement, clearly understanding that the true battle was finally about to begin.

Drake took in a deep breath and looked at his followers. In the next instant, a shout akin to thunder boomed, "Do it!"

The instant Drake shouted, ominous glints flashed in the eyes of Toria and the rest as waves of berserk spiritual energy violently swept unfurled, transforming into streams that bombarded Ezra's group.

Several torrents of spiritual energy whizzed towards them. The prince's gaze flickered faintly, but no change could be seen on his face, evidently having already anticipated this. He extended a hand and gave a slight wave.

Behind him, Ash Bekham, Rock and Ray Lime also acted together as spiritual energy flooded the sky, directly clashing against the other side's attacks.

Berserk spiritual energy shockwaves unfurled like a storm. It was extremely chaotic.