The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

At the mountain, Ezra stood on a rock

He was indeed not the slightest bit interested in it. After all, the higher one was ranked, the more humiliating it would be if one ended up being unable to match up in the peak selection ceremony.

Moreover, it was preposterous that talent such as Xyr had not even been included in the ten great unofficial outer mountain disciples, a fact that only made Ezra Zephyr look down on its weight. He knew that if Xyr were to act, even Drake would not be his dual martial spirits match.

Mahi frowned slightly. "We're all youngsters, if we don't have aspirations, we won't have drive. How then will we aim for even greater heights? You're the weird one, so young and yet so similar to an old man."

Ezra smiled as he got close to Mahi's ear, his warm breath tingled her neck as he said. "I have experience of old and body of a young."

Mahi flinched. "Wha-what do you mean?" She blushed.

"Oh?" Just as Ezra was about to flirt more, he suddenly sensed something and lifted his head towards a certain direction where the sound of rushing wind could be heard.

A figure hurriedly flew over, his round, fat figure making it painfully apparent as to who it was. It was naturally Gill Subzi.

Gill was currently dripping with sweat. The moment he caught sight of Ezra, he hastily shouted, "Your Majesty, Moshi is heading here with several others! They don't look friendly at all."

"Moshi?" Ezra's eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed that the two brothers had finally reached their limits.

He knew that it was impossible for Roshi to silently sit by when Ezra had snatched Mahi Ingale away.

"Is Roshi amongst them?" Asked Ezra.

If Roshi was coming too, Ezra would have to use some hidden means. After all, a good man would not purposely suffer for no reason. No matter how arrogant he was, he would not directly face an official outer mountain disciple like Roshi when he was only at the 2nd Level Core Formation stage.

"Nope." Gill shook his head.

The prince let out a carefree laugh. If Roshi wasn't coming, a mere insect-like Moshi would not be able to cause any trouble.

Gill only grew even more worried at the sight of Ezra's carefree appearance. Though Moshi was not part of the ten great outer disciples, he was still above average amongst the first-class disciples, his strength far surpassing Peliok's. After his defeat at the hands of Xyr, it only took him 1 week to get back his seat by defeating someone else.

While they conversed, the sound of rushing wind had already approached the entrance to the mountain. The prince soon saw a dozen figures fly over, landing a short distance from the creak.

The one leading the group was naturally Moshi.

Moshi stared at Ezra Zephyr with hostility as he frostily said, "Ezra, I do not know what kind of honeyed words you used to scam fellow sister Mahi Ingale, but I advise you to stop with your tricks because you will not be able to bear the responsibility of affecting her training!"

Mahi's pretty face immediately turned ice-cold as she angrily said, "Moshi, what does where I train have to do with you? You'd better get lost before I call sister Ravina!"

Her bright eyes icily looked towards Moshi and the gang, causing them to stumble slightly in response.

However, Moshi was not scared off by this, summoning his courage as he said, "Sister Mahi, we're doing this for your sake. You should not listen to this guy's flowery words."

Mahi's anger turned to laughter. "Flowery words? Do you fools know what level I've reached while practising the Gossamer Steps technique with him?

I've already knitted 25 yarns. If I were to continue under Roshi instead, I don't think I'll even reach 15, right?!"

Moshi's expression changed slightly, while the other disciples looked towards Mahi in disbelief as they involuntarily cried out, "25? How can that be?!"

However, they knew that someone like Mahi would never lower herself to lie to them.

Could Ezra really be so capable? Moshi's expression fluctuated indeterminately. Soon after, he looked towards the prince in contempt and said, "All of us know how talented fellow sister Mahi is, so it's not surprising for her to accomplish this in a few days.

But I'm afraid you don't have the qualifications to take credit for her success."

His words were clear insinuating that Mahi's amazing talent was the only reason for her accomplishments, and had nothing to do with Ezra Zephyr. Mahi's earlier words were merely her trying to defend him.

The others inwardly nodded upon hearing this, finding this the more acceptable explanation.

After all, they would rather believe in Mahi's astonishing talent than a mere 2nd Level Core Formation having such capability.

Mahi was so frustrated that she no longer knew what to say. The brains of these people were too good at coming up with bullshit.

Just as she was about to begin scolding again, Ezra Zephyr stopped her with an outreached hand.

He helplessly said, "It is useless for you to reason with them." Mahi looked at Ezra in response.

"When you encounter such people, there's no need to talk too much…"

Ezra Zephyr smiled at Mahi as something seemed to slowly climb up in his eyes. "Didn't you say something about me earlier? I recall you saying I'm like an old man, let me show you how an old man spanks the young kids."

His gaze turned towards Moshi and the rest, his grin widening with a hint of blade like iciness.

"Aren't you guys here to stir up trouble. Come then, you guys are just a bunch of trash anyways. Shall I take on all of you alone, or do you all fucktards want to come at me together… I leave the choice to you."

At the final word, Ezra's expression turned completely cold as ice, berserk black lightning abruptly erupting from his body like a storm.

Behind him, a strange splendour appeared in Mahi's eyes as she gazed at the now overbearing young man who gave off an incomparably pressuring aura.

It was as if the current Ezra Zephyr and the gentle young man who usually taught her were two completely different people.