The Atrocious Werewolf Prince



When his sword parried, he went with the motion and spun in the very right direction the sword was parried. With additional momentum made, he swung and raised his right leg.

Paul saw that too but he misjudged two things.

One, he believed the speed of a spinning kick would be slower than the speed of his glaive slicing his opponent open. But he quickly found that the speed was fast, much faster than he had possibly thought. This could only mean that he has practised it numerous times.

Despite witnessing the speed, he still went for the attack because of the second misjudgement he made.

He thought that the kick would be aimed at his chest or face, and yes it could have perfectly hit him. But the problem with that was his reach, a glaive was twice longer than a leg. He could cut him while keeping a safe distance.

But to his misfortune, Zulfi was not aiming at his body but aimed at his glaive.

Paul quietly looked at Zulfi, he was bitterly smiling. He quickly raised his hands and cupped them into fists. "Come on." He said.

Zulfi looked at him, he removed his foot from the glaive and stepped back.

"Pick it up." He said.

Paul's eyes widened. "Is he a fool?" He could win now, Paul lost his weapon and was now very vulnerable. He could only conclude two possibilities.

"What is it?" He asked, to which Zulfi squinted his eyes in a confused manner.

"Are you one of those wannabe benevolent warriors who don't lay their hands on unarmed people, the ones who yap about equality, honour and justice?

Or, you belong to the category of those crazy battle maniacs who give their opponent every privilege just to face them at their peak. They often break their physical limitation by putting themselves on the edge of death.

Which one are you?"

Zulfi Dimitry simply shook his head. "None."

Paul was puzzled again. "Then why are you doing it? To humiliate me?"

"No." Zulfi's reply was short and direct.

The smile started to fade from Paul's face. "Then answer me."

After staying silent for a few seconds, Zulfi Dimitry opened his mouth. "I am nothing but a sword of my liege."

Paul's jaw dropped. "What in the sweet heaven has it to do with the question I asked?"

"I am his majesty's sword, my every action will define him in some manner. I am simply giving you your weapon so that you can not say anything like 'He won because I lost my glaive' It will be a stain to his majesty's sword, which I, in my life, will never tolerate." He replied.

Paul looked at him with his mouth agape, he blink a few times in disbelief before slowly moving towards his glaive. He picked it up and looked at Zulfi Dimitry. "You are an arrogant fool."

Zulfi looked at his opponent, he opened his mouth and then closed it, thinking a bit more he opened it once again and replied. "I am arrogant, yes. But I am not a fool. My liege has ordered me to never fight a losing battle."I think you should take a look at

He didn't say that his liege told him or advised him, he said he ordered him. Seeing the sheer level of his loyal. That means regardless of whether he wants or not, he can not fight a battle which he thinks he'll lose.

"Does that mean..."

"Yes, you are weak."

A thunderbolt hit Paul Channa, he was a proud genius. "I am not weak." A haunting memory assaulted his mind

There was a lie in the story he told Zulfi. It was not a lie that his family didn't treasure him but his siblings. But it was not because he was a less genius than his peers but it was because of a certain incident.

<20 years ago>

On one fateful night, the mansion of the Channa clan was attacked by their rival clan. There was an all-out war.

Paul's mother was a very beautiful lady whom every man in the city dreamt about. But there was a man she always loved, he was the father of Paul, head of the Channa clan. They secretly married each other.

But in public, he announced that she was a concubine, because of political influence he couldn't accept her in public, but Paul's mother never minded that, all she wanted was the love and care of her husband which was abundantly given to her.

On the day of the attack, the head of the Channa clan fought with his rival and eventually killed him. The massacre lasted till the rays of the sun fell on the land and twinkled on the blood of the dead.

The head suddenly thought of his beloved wife and dashed towards her chamber. But what he found made his eyes bleed, his beautiful wife was completely naked and blindfolded and a man of his rival clan was above her, his hands pressed her blossoms while his thrusts resounded in the chamber.

The man felt a presence and quickly moved and jerked his head, he saw the head of the Channa clan. The man knew his fate has been sealed but then a sinister thought appeared in his mind.

"Haha, this is my 7th time. What a lovely night it is, how do you feel my love." He said as he bit the cherry on her soft round cake.

"Aahhh! ah! I can't ta-talk. Hurry up... ahh!"

That was all he heard from his wife, the bewildered clan head extended his hand and the man flew into his hand.

"Yeah, kill me. Haha, my seed is already inside her." The man laughed.

Soon, others came as well, including Paul's elder brother.

"Put it back -aahh, I'm not done yet..." she moaned.

The son witnessed everything, the naked man and her mother's lewd behaviour.

"Put this man in jail, don't you dare to touch him." Ordered the head.

The son gritted his teeth in disgust and did as he was ordered.