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"Danm it, only a similar power can stop the gamma layer skill." Murmured Ixtal Molarch as he was about to gather the spiritual energy around him.

Shifa had her eyes closed, the current self of her was completely different from her previous savage form.

Blood red qi flooded out of her body like a tsunami. Her Labrys was in the sky, high and mighty as it seemed.

The closed eyes were opened as she murmured something. "Grrauarwrrr"

Nobody knew what she said except a certain individual who love to smirk.

Seeing that, her opponent, Ixtal Molarch of the Bearman tribe unleashed his Gamma layer skill as well.

"Dark Wheel of Death." He yelled, he wanted Shifa to remember each word of the skill that will end her life.

A giant black coloured wheel appeared above the Bearman, his spiritual energy entered into that wheel at eye-catching speed.

The giant blackish ring shook violently for a moment, before suddenly disappearing a split second later. It was too fast to be seen by the naked eye, the only things everyone was able to observe were space distortion and a flash of blackness.

As smoke swept past, the ground below dried up and crumbled.

In the face of such a devastating attack, everyone would feel their scalps turn numb.

It was the same skill attack that he launched on Ezra Zephyr, but to his fortune, his opponent is not that abnormal entity Ezra Zephyr.

Shifa Pista stood there in utter calmness as if she was not affected by an incoming attack.

Soon, a head formed in front of his chest, it sucked the entirety of the spiritual energy that she released.

The shapeless face slowly formed a face, and a wolf's head was designed.

The size of the head was equal to the size of Shifa's current boobs, or maybe a slightly bigger one.

As Dark Wheel of Death came closer, a terrifying how was released by the boob-sized head of the wolf.

~AWWWOOOOOOOOOO~

An annoying and deadly howl, as soon as the howl came, the head which was made of pure blood spiritual energy dashed forward.

The speed of it was worth mentioning, imagine a Foundation establishment stage expert throwing a spear or a 6th Circled sorcerer with air attribute shooting an arrow. That was how fast the head of the wolf went towards the Dark Wheel of Death.

Soon, the large scary ring engulfed in nothing but darkness clashed against the mediocre looking boob sized wolf head.

~AWWOOOOOO - BOOOOOOM~

An explosion after an ear piercing howl occurred in the vicinity but surprisingly it was not a loud one. Out of a sudden, the smoke caused by the collision was pierced by something.

Ixtal Molarch's eyes widened, the thing that penetrated the smoke was none other than that strange wolf head.

Before the bearman could control the situation the head of the wolf appeared.

Ixtal Molarch swung his Axe in a dominating manner, as soon as both different things hit each other.

~AWWWOOOOOO~

A 3rd loud howl resounded and the head of the wolf vanished.

For a few moments, nothing happened. However, at the very next second, the body of the giant bearman started to shake.

The Earth Shattering Axe fell from his hand and blood oozed out from his ears, nose, eyes and his mouth.

~DHAM~

The bearman fell down with zero pizzazz left in his life, his body slowly transformed into his human form. The bright future ruler of bearman tribe fell in the deadly battle of Spirity Tower.

The werewolf lady fell on her knees as well. Blood gushed out of her mouth, her physique was changed as well, and she came back to her human form.

Her entire body was naked, unlike her previous ugly appearance, she was a real beauty. Slightly pumped chest, small nipples, long neck, slender waist and those good build muscles.

There were numerous bruises on her body, a big circle bruise on her chest, indicating that a devastating kick from bearman landed there.

She tried to stand up, but couldn't. Within the next second, she fell unconscious on the ground.

Soon, the mysterious voice appeared. "The winner of the 5th Ring is Shifa Pista, the winner will be sent to the next round." The voice announced.

Out of the first four matches, three were won by Bloodfang Kingdom. Now, none of the genius would ever belittle the Kingdom of Bloodfang when the news will leak out.

~8th Ring~

The prince of Bloodfang Kingdom mumbled. "Gamma layer skill, Murdering Howl"

The strange title he uttered was the name of the skill that Shifa Pista unleashed.

A strong and powerful skill that lacks the destructive power, unlike majority of skills that had devastating effects on the surroundings, this skill was unique.

It was based on mental power, the skill would release a small head of a mysterious wolf. The wolf would target one opponent and destroy every obstacle it faces before reaching the target.

It will let go of a wild and piercing howl that would hit the mind and mental strength of the target, if the mental power isn't stronger than the skill, the outcome would be the death of the target.

Ezra Zephyr had a satisfied look in his eyes, he raised his leg.

A giant figure that was trapped bolted away, and appeared 500 meters away from him.

Seeing the feared Lionman, Ezra spoke with a devilish smirk on his face. "My my, your majesty! Where were you all this time, I looked for you everywhere.

I looked at my left, I looked at my right, and I even searched for you in the sky above my head. The only thing I didn't check was the place beneath my feet... Your Majesty! Where were you?"

The creepy grin terrorized Victor Brownmane, "Don't get closer, no! Don't!"

< Some Moments Ago>

When Victor Brownmane morphed into his lionman form, brilliant red qi engulfed him.

He looked dominant and majestic, unwavering. He came closer and closer to the prince of Bloodfang as if he knew that the other man will die.

When he was a foot away and about to speak something.

~THHAAAA~

An earth-shaking slap landed on his cheek, the proud lionman was slammed away, and he flew like a thrown rock.

"Huh! What was that?" He shook his head which was still affected by the slap. When he tried to raise his body up.

~BAAAMMMM~

A stomp came at his head, nailing him to the ground.

"!!!" Victor Brownmane was lost for words, the proud lionmen tribe who is considered as current no.1 tribe by some in the beastmen race was so one-sidedly beaten by a same-stage expert, not to mention in morph form.

This was more than enough shame for the proud and haughty second prince to die a thousand times, "You bastard!" He roared.

But regardless of how hard he tried, he couldn't raise the leg on his head.

"I heard few great things about lionmen." Said Ezra Zephyr. "Amongst them, the 1st one was that the might of lionmen rivals the dragons. Haha, that was nothing more than bullshit, I never faced a dragon but I can bet my bloodline that they won't be a weak ass like you."

Ezra Zephyr raised his leg again, and Victor Brownmane roared.

~RRAAAAWWWWR~

The sharp claws protruded and were aimed at Ezra's neck with killing intent in them.

The prince opened his palm, and he grabbed the claws of the morphed lionman with his fingers.

"Another myth was, Lionman could tier the strongest metal with their claws." As Ezra finished his words he squeezed the knuckles of Victor Brownman, the 2nd prince roared in pain.

The werewolf prince took out his short sword and inserted the tip of Efsa into the claw of lionman.

"Aaaahhh, bastard!" Victor cried in pain.

The short sword slowly crawled and pierced the fingertips and cleanly divided the claw into two.

After finishing the first finger, the prince moved to another.

"Aarrgghh, Raaawwwrr, stop! AAAHH!" The 2nd prince cried, he never felt this much pain in his entire life.

Soon, all five claws were cut in half by the sharp sword Efsa, Ezra Zephyr sighed in disappointment. "Another shitty rumour, moving to the next one."

There were numerous tortures in different ways, all the rumours which hyped the name of lionman were viciously shattered by Ezra Zephyr in front of the proud Victor Brownmane.

The mental exhaustion was far crueller than the physical pain he endured, with each torture, Ezra carefully explained and proved a rumour about lionmen wrong.

The self-belief of Victor Brownmane was like glass that fell from the mountain, shattering into numerous parts.

"Please... stop."

"Your majesty, did you say something?" He asked as he bent his back and moved his ear closer.

Victor Brownmane trembled. "Please... spare me."

Ezra's eyes widened, his heartbeat raised, and he felt as if he achieved a milestone. A contented smile decorated his face, at the same time, he heard a loud banging sound.

He turned his head and saw Ixtal Molarch in his morph form, beating the shit out of Shifa Pista.

<Current Time>

Victor was shaking in fear, as Ezra came closer.