The red werewolf appeared in an unseen area of the tower, it was a strange place, all around it was a huge captivating lake backed by a large rampart of a mountain range.
In the very middle of the lake was a piece of land, as big as the forest he was in before.
The prince saw that all his wounds were healed and his hunch was on the point, even his sliced arm and slashed eye became normal.
With a jolly face he looked here and there only to find another familiar individual. That's right, it was no one but John Stark.
He defeated Farrie Holaleth and arrived at the last round, his eyes widened and a series of terrors appeared on his eyes when he saw a red werewolf.
He quickly understood who he was. "You... you defeated Carlo?" Asked the Fair Sword of Humanity.
Ezra Zephyr nodded.
"This is the final round, you can surrender whenever you want. The winner shall be the sole inheritor of my Spirity Bailiwick, you may start now.
The winner decided after the surrender or death of other." The mysterious voice reverberated again.
"My Spirity Bailiwick! So this voice belonged to the very master who created this mystical place." Cold sweat ran down John's face.
Ezra looked at John Stark with a murderous gaze and the latter understood. "I surrender."
It was a quick surrender and as quick as the surrender the mysterious voice resounded once again. "Therefore, the winner of the Spirity Bailiwick is Ezra Zephyr."
However, the red werewolf didn't celebrate and absorbed the martial spirit of Rajah Indarapatra.
As soon as Fenrir refined it, Ezra howled like a wild wolf.
~AAWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO~
Deafening thundering sounds came out of his body, and black bolts as thick as a tree trunk flickered everywhere.
John Stark was shocked and quickly dashed away, he made a 300 meters gap between them but could still feel the immeasurable amount of power from these strange blackish bolts. The Chaos Force of Ezra was evolving. After all, it was a 10th-grade martial spirit.
The prince of Bloodfang was in a desperate situation, he felt as if his skin would tear away. He quickly used the Dragon Pelt and solidify his skin. Ezra yelled at the sky as a huge blast occurred.
~BOOOOOOOOOOM~
8 orbs started to rotate behind his back and his body was soaked in sweat and blood.
"You stupid wolf *pant* I was about to *pant* die." Ezra said to his martial spirit.
Fenrir laughed. "Haha, it was a fun show."
"Zip it, you wannabe god. Why did the devouring hurt so much this time?" Ezra retorted and asked.
"Because I didn't digest it to level up my grade, I am already at the peak of 8th grade and more than that could make me a 9th-grade martial spirit and that would attract the unnecessary attention of the upper realm."
"Yeah, like an 8th grade is a common thing here." He retorted once again.
"I used the remaining power to modify and evolve the Chaos Force." Answered Fenrir.
"What!" Ezra was surprised, he quickly checked and his eyes widened.
The black bolts became a lot thicker and had small scarlet lines in them. The power of his spiritual energy reached an unheard level in this lowly realm.
He smiled in his werewolf form, sharp fangs were revealed, he closed his eyes and started another absorption.
The refinement of Carlo's soul began, and spiritual energy thundered out of his body in the form of reddish-black lightning.
And soon, the process ended. He could feel the bursting power inside his body, he reached the beginning point of peak 1st level of the Core Formation stage. A bit more and he will break through to the 2nd level of the Core Formation stage.
From far, John Stark trembled at the strange sight, a strange fear engulfed his mind as if his heart was in the palm of a grim reaper.
The prince of Bloodfang Kingdom looked at him, without any unnecessary movements he transformed back to his human form, the black imprints turned back into a black coat and the silver coating became wolf shoulder plates.
"Hello friend, thanks for letting me win." Said Ezra as he waved his hand at John Stark with a wicked grin on his face.
John Stark gulped but he was not a coward, the battle was ended as well and he stepped forward.
He was addled and daunted, yet he gathered the guts to come in front.
"You are defying the logic, your existence is a slap to every genius of this continent." Said Fair Sword of Humanity as he clenched his fist.
The prince laughed "Haha, I'll take it as a compliment. By the way, I have a matter to discuss with you."
John squinted his eyebrows unintentionally. "I am here, what's the matter?"
Ezra smiled and said something.
John's eyes widened, he was shaken as he asked. "But why!?"
Ezra shook his head and tried to divert the question. "Will you do it or not? I have a valuable reward for you as well, one that will evolve you by leaps and bounds. But, only if you say yes." Ezra winked.
Fair Sword of Humanity was in a state of daze, he was not a greedy one but still, he asked. "You are insane!! What is the reward?"
Ezra smirked and his bracelet shone, a scroll came out. Ezra handed that scroll to him and said. "Here, confirm it."
The moment John read that, his body started to shiver and so was his sword, the white broad sword trembled in excitement, it caught Ezra's attention.
"This weapon!" He pondered.
"Yes boy, it's a legendary weapon." Fenrir confirmed.
It was Ezra's time to surprise. "What! How did he lay his hands on a legendary tier sword." He asked.
"How in both realms would I know that? Dumb prince of kobolds." The wolf mocked.
Ezra tsked. "I just won a death battle, my mind is in fatigue."
"It always is, not a news to me." Fenrir retorted it was his payback time for earlier humiliations.
Suddenly, the mysterious voice resounded. "Rewards will be distributed shortly. Everyone, wait patiently."
As it ended, a light covered Ezra and.
~WHOOOOOSSSSHHH~
He was teleported to somewhere else, leaving John Stark on the island.
