Chapter 133 Edge Of Death

Inside a vast space, the 7 rings were bursting with spiritual energy. The pairs in each ring were almost alike in terms of power. Except for the unlucky 8th ring where Victor Brownman was facing Ezra Zephyr.

Victor surged out his qi like a volcano eruption, he held the spear in his hand and came at Ezra Zephyr from every side.

~CLLAANNNG - CLLAANG~

Each attack of Victor was eventually blocked or parried by the wrists of the werewolf, his bracers which he wore back before ascending from the previous floor played a big role against the spear of lionman.

Victor thrust his spear at the chest of Ezra Zephyr, the latter raised his left arm to block it. The blazing spear went through the arm, Ezra's eyebrow twitched a bit, it was a feint attack.

Ezra quickly tilted his head towards the right.

~WOOOSH~

The flaming spear came from his unguarded left side and aimed at his neck.

Ezra dodged the attack successfully "Nice move, kid." He said with a smirk on his face.

Victor vanished from sight, "It's not over yet." His voice resounded.

Four images of the Brownmane Empire's prince emerged, and each was engulfed in flames.

Countless attacks of the spear from four directions were launched at Ezra Zephyr.

The prince of Bloodfang raised his both arms to parry or block them, but to his misfortune, his actions were delayed a bit.

~SWOOOSH~

A spear penetrated his right side and seemingly broke through the ribcage.

"Haha, you cocky fool. Never underestimate your opponents." Victor Brownmane guffawed.

As he guffawed, the voice came. "Oh! That's a wonderful lesson, teacher Victor. Would you be kind enough to teach my arrogant ass more of such lessons?"

Victor's eyes widened, the figure standing a few meters away from him who spoke was none other than Ezra Zephyr.



He then rapidly pivoted his head to the figure his spear punctured, the figure smiled and gradually vanished.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. "An afterimage!? How could he make such an absolute afterimage?" A drop of cold sweat rolled from his temple through his cheek to his chin and dropped onto the ring. His mind became numb.

~SWISH~

He slightly stabbed the calf of his leg, the sheer pain brought him back to reality, and the lionman prince regained his senses.

Ezra, who was noticing everything was shocked to see that, "That was a very genius of him, the shock prevented him from moving but the pain overpowered the shock and help him regain control of his body, a genius indeed." His image of Victor Brownmane grew by a small margin.





As Victor Brownmane was about to move again, the prince of werewolves stood in front of him. "What!... how!?"

The speed bewildered the lionman prince.

~BANNG~

A jab it was, a gentle jab was enough to knock Victor numerous meters away.

After the impact, Ezra looked at his fist. "Hmm? This feels different." He turned to Victor and questioned him as he gently massaged his fist. "Are you wearing armour?"

Victor Brownmane stood up quickly. He solidify his stance and posed the spear towards Ezra. "Shit shit shit... how is this possible!? How can he be so fast?!"

His pacing mind couldn't catch the question of Ezra, the prince of Bloodfang moved again.

Victor opened his eyes, his eyes widened to an extent where it felt like they will pop out of their sockets anytime.

"This side!" He thought as he struck his spear to his left.

~SWOOOSH~

The spear cut through the air, and an inch away from the spear was the neck of Ezra Zephyr.

~BAANNG~

A kick on the chest and the second prince of Brownmane was forced to blow away. His body slithered against the ground before he could stop the moment.

The fancy red cloak and a bit of Victor Brownmane's shirt were torn. A black shiny armour could be seen beneath the shirt of Victor Brownmane.

"That.. that armour looks familiar." Ponder the prince of werewolves.

Victor on the other side was able to stand, he felt as if his chest was hit by a boulder. "No no, this can't be happening. Does this failure have a might beyond mine? I am the future of Brownmane, I even surpassed my elder brother... elder brother!"

The lionman prince who was in disbelief couldn't adjust to the reality of him being so inferior to the mortal enemy of his family and empire. While mumbling all the irrelevant things in his mind, he remembered something his elder brother told him before he left for Spirity Bailiwick.

<Flashback, Brownmane Empire>

The crown prince indifferently said as he kindly looked at his brother, "Victor, this is my advice to you. Do not overlook that person."

"Which person?" The proud Victor asked in anger.

"The crown prince of werewolves." He said every word loudly to make his younger brother remember it well.

"That cripple? Brother, you have disappointed me." This was the response, the second prince gave to his brother.

"Don't forget that he is ultimately the source of our blessings. From a certain point of view, he is the one who made us, but since we managed to take the initiative, it will be best to maintain vigilance at all times."

Victor chuckled. "Don't lump me together with yourself brother, you are the one who stole his spirit not me. I am a genius born with a perfect body and a 6th-grade spirit. Well, you have to be careful though, that's if you don't want it to be taken back in the end."

<Back in present time>

Victor shook his head, for instance, he felt as if he was in his palace drinking with his brother, he remembered the chatter with his brother.

"Did brother predict this?" He pondered in astonishment. "Why did I underestimate my opponent? Was I too arrogant?" He said as he looked at Ezra Zephyr.

The prince of Bloodfang Kingdome felt the change of expression on Victor's face.

"I believed only John Stark and Farrie Holaleth could be my opponents, but the upper realm invaders and this cripples monster... why all these variables arrived in my time?"

When Victor was amidst the chaos brimming up in his mind, his opponent came again, he flipped and landed a spinning kick on his abdomen.

~BOOOM~

Same impact and same result, the lionman prince was propelled into the air. He landed and glided against the ground a few times.

He coughed as his shirt was completely torn, and black shiny armour could be seen on his torso. It was a damaged special tier armament.

"Huh! That's Black Peak Armour, were you the one who bought it?" Ezra was surprised to see that the armour he sold in the auction was found on his enemy's body.

Victor stood again, his teeth were dipped in thin blood, it seemed that the strike did some interior damage. "Broth- *cough arrgh* brother..." For some unknown reason, Victor was thinking of his brother despite him being on the edge of death.