"87!" Ezra's eyes widened, he couldn't remember all the names of his people. So when he read the tablet, he was unaware that many names belonged to his kingdom.
"You... isn't it shameful for you to fight as my subordinate, me, who you consider as fake beastman?" Ezra inquired, there was mockery in it, directed towards Leomord Tigerian.
"I acknowledge you and secondly, we do not fight as your subordinates but... as your allies."
"Hahaha!" The werewolf prince cackled. "Don't be delusional, either be my subordinate or fuck off."
The anger and shame were visible on Tigerman's face. But before he could retort another individual spoke.
"I will be your subordinate if you beat me in battle, hohoho" the one who said was a battle maniac, and no one was surprised.
While they were conversing, Ezra's expression suddenly paused before he slowly turned his head. At a certain nearby corner of the platform, several figures were gathered together, an astonishing aura slowly spreading from their bodies
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The group was headed by Rolo Aur and Victor Brownmane, both were discussing something, probably an alliance. Besides these 2 geniuses, there were also several other geniuses like Reema and Salom.
Amongst them were two familiar figures, Ixtal Molarch and Emily Jomez.
It was clear that Rolo Aur had recruited some members over the past half a month.
Rolo and Victor's gazes also turned towards Ezra Zephyr and rest at this moment.
Their gazes clashed, sparks seemingly flying while killing intent flowed.
Zulfi Dimitry, Shifa Pista and Theor Galearms also walked forward to stand at Ezra's side, followed by John Stark and others, eyes filled with hostility as spiritual energy surged around their body, creating a similarly powerful presence.
The two sides faced each other from far away.
The other geniuses withdrew, not daring to stand too close to the two most powerful groups here such as to avoid being caught in the crossfire. They were confused about which side to choose because fighting alone would result in a quick death.
Rolo's gaze looked towards Farrie Holaleth as he softly sighed and said, "I never expected the one that gave me such a huge headache in finding John Stark would be such an amazing pretty beauty… However, I will not show any mercy regardless of sex."
Farrie's eyes narrowed slightly as dangerous light flitted across her eyes. Just as she was about to speak, a figure in black clothes slowly walked out.
The faint dragon images on his clothes gave strange feelings, his hand on the grip of a scythe that stood on the floor.
"If we meet in the Spirity tower, your opponent will be me."
A hoarse voice stealthily sounded.
On the platform, the pupils of numerous geniuses shrank, fear flashing in their eyes as they stared at the figure in black robes.
The one who had spoken was the next Djinn of cult, Xyr.
"I fought your brother, Carlo. Now I will check if you, the one who relies upon gangs are worthy to be called his brother." Rolo's eyes twitched in anger.
"Hey Victor, I know you have some personal quarrels with the Bloodfang Kingdom but... we must see which one of the tribes is more powerful, a Lionman or a Tigerman!" A powerful voice rang out at this moment.
One could only watch as a muscular figure stepped forward. It was a bestial attired young man whose eyes were akin to a ferocious tiger that was filled with wild vengeance. He was Leomord.
Victor cast an indifferent glance at him. "The current you are not my match…"
His gaze then slowly turned towards Ezra Zephyr. "It seems that you didn't bring those dogs along…"
The prince stared at Victor, sharp light in his eyes as he softly said, "Victor, there are some words I've been wanting to give you to convey them to your brother... Enjoy the things you took from me a while longer… because I will soon personally take them back!"
~BOOOM~
At this moment, terrifying killing intent suddenly exploded from Victor's body.
Dreadful killing intent swept across the glowing platform like a wave, causing the expressions of several top tier geniuses to change slightly, their gazes filled with fear as they looked towards Victor.
Under the attention of the crowd, Victor's eerily chilling eyes stared at Ezra Zephyr.
"The most pitiful thing about you is that you don't deserve to possess such things. Moreover, it is said that you still naively believe that you will be able to take them back. Ezra Zephyr…"
Mockery rose from the corners of Victor's lips.
"This time, I will let you understand that you were only a carrier for the sacred martial spirit, while my brother Benedict Brownmane was its true owner! I will show you the taste of true despair!"
Powerful and domineering spiritual energy violently unfurled from Victor's body like a storm, his voice almost a growl as it rang in everyone's ears.
Several gazes were cast towards Ezra Zephyr at this moment, most of them containing some pity. Although Ezra had reached the peak of the 7th level Qi Brightening stage, when compared to Victor, the gap between them was still far too large. However, some of the bystanders didn't forget the match between Ezra and Ixtal, they knew Ezra has the power.
Though the focus of Victor's murderous gaze and numerous gazes of pity, there was no change in Ezra's expression. He merely chuckled softly and said, "You've already declared the exact same thing back when I was still at the 5th level Qi Brightening stage, but unfortunately, things have never turned out as you wished. That's why, dear Victor, you will still be disappointed this time."
Their gazes clashed in mid-air, spiritual energy so thick that even the surrounding air felt a little colder.
While killing intent dripped from the air, a rumbling sound was suddenly heard from the Spirity tower behind the platform. Numerous geniuses swiftly turned their gazes, to see the giant doors of the tower slowly opening.
"The Spirity tower is opening!"
Everyone's eyes instantly lit up with boiling excitement. The greatest blessing of the Spirity Bailiwick was inside this very tower, and it was likely the fabled treasure land.
