Witnessing the impossible thing in the sky, the masses were bewildered. No one in their entire life had thought that a martial spirit of 8th grade could exist in this lower realm.
Foid was no different, he gazed at the Griffwolf with his mouth agape, "How did he get an 8th grade spirit? I heard the king had a 4th grade spirit." The confused bearman said.
"Yes, it was. But not anymore." Feroza answered.
The bearman snapped, "Are you shitting ?"
The old werewolf laughed. "Why would I? I am not a funny person, people say."
Bearman pondered for a while before clenching his fist, "I'll kill you first and think of it later."
"Haha, are you capable, you are at the 4th level of Nascent Soul and I am 5th."
The man from Brownmane smirked. "Let show you."
The qi started to burst out of Foid, his body expanded, and his body turned hairy. The well-made muscles pumped, even more, and the torso and above of Foid turned into a bear. That was the morphing form of Bearman, the Bearman's height increased by a foot, and Feroza looked like a small man in front of the bulky bearman.
"With that, the difference is filled up." Said the bearman.
"Are you dumb?" Asked Feroza.
The latter didn't answer and furrowed.
"I am a werewolf, I can morph too. The difference will never be filled."
"Buwahaha" Foid guffawed, "Everyone from the Beastn race knows that werewolves' morph form is not in their control. Prove wrong If what I said is a lie."
Feroza took a sigh, "I don't need to morph to beat the shit out of you." Feroza said before he uttered in a low voice. "War Blooded Body." The darkness ca out like a thick gust, overlapping the forr king.
It was like night befalling on an individual, Foid gazed at the changings as his heart skipped a beat. Soon, the Canine Prince was covered in the armour of darkness.
His height increased and he looked a more of a big size, but still, the armoured body paled compared to the bearman's morph form.
"Just... where are you getting such absurd armants?" Foid said, there was envy and greed in his eyes and Feroza caught that glimpse. Being a fighter-loving maniac, he understood the nature of n during a duel more than anything, his overall judgent was poor but during a fight, especially in a duel, he had the ability to grasp every little change in his opponent's movent and expression, enabling him to co up with proper asures.
Such features of him made him infamous and dangerous in duels.
Feroza felt sothing fishy about that bearman, he had a feeling that Foid was not sent by Brownmane.
"I can give you a similar gift, I can see you lack armants. These bandages around your fists are the only item you got, a unique grade at that, pathetic." Feroza said.
Foid flinched as if Feroza hit on the mark, and he continued. "Join us, be the subject of Bloodfang and you shall live a life worth living."
"Do I look like a fool?" Foid retorted.
"Alright then, from now on, no talk, only action." The forr prince said and dashed with an incredible speed.
~BAAMMMM~
A dreadful punch right in the abdon.
"I couldn't see him" that's what the bearman said to himself.
The pain was severe, but bearman managed to hold his ground. Until the Canine Fists ca again, he raised his leg to the sky and landed an axe kick, Foid predicted the attack and made a cross-arm shield to defend.
The kick hit the arms and threw Foid downwards.
~BOOOM~
With a blasting sound, the bearman bashed against the ground.
He coughed the blood out, his arms shook in shock and pain. "What is wrong with him? Such brute strength is unachievable!"
Feroza landed behind him, seeing the old werewolf in range the bearman landed a full swing, with his might embedded in it.
~BUNNGGG~
A tallic thud and the giant fist of bearman was halted by the palm of the werewolf, secured in the glove of darkness.
"Is that all, and you call yourself an expert of Nascent Soul? Such a sha you've brought to our stage." Feroza said as he twisted the fist of Foid. "Aaarrggh" he cried and bent his back to minimize the pain.
The twist increased and the bearman was forced to hit his knees on the ground. Feroza raised his leg, and the foot glanced at the vast sky, boasting that its stomp will end a life.
Foid looked at the upcoming axe kick with a side eye, he is on the ground thanks to that very kick.
This was now or never for bearman. "Haahhh!" Foid unleashed his spirit, 5 orbits rotated behind his back. A white skinned giant, it was the spirit of Foid.
Feroza was surprised, "A bearman with a spirit of a titan? That's new."
Foid quietly glanced at Canine Fists before speaking. "I'm not from Brownmane."
Feroza asked as he twitched his eyes. "Huh, what did you say?"
"I am a rcenary, ulo Joz, Tribbain's King is my current employer," answered Foid.
"Well, it's too late. Your countdown started the mont you joined their ranks."
"Then what if I join yours now? You gave a tempting offer earlier, I am a beastman as well, and I also have a 5th-grade spirit and a high stage of cultivation. I can be of us-"
~BHHAAAMMM~
With a straight punch right in the face, Foid flew like a pebble.
"I'll decide that once I beat your cocky arse to my heart's content," said Feroza
This battle had a lot of attention as well, after the demise of Dhongi Bushtail, the werehyenas and other beastn of Warborn Kingdom lost hope.
They quietly gazed at the next giant battle, consisting of the old king of Bloodfang versus the aid of Brownmane. The outco was already visible, the battle was decided at the mont when 4 of the coalition army's Nascent Soul experts were mired in fights.
The number of martial masters from Bloodfang was higher, almost twice that coalition army, with much better armants as well.
The only advantage martial masters of the coalition army had was their experience, the mass number from Bloodfang was young and inexperienced. But with the lead of Imperial Guards, Supernovas and not to ntion, and the prince, their morale was high enough to crush the experienced cultivators and sorcerers with sheer power.
"The reinforcent from Brownmane is defeated..."
"Should we surrender?"
The voice started to whisper to each other, and to put the final nail in the coffin, Aqsa Malan raised her spear. "Surrender now, you all will be treated equally in our kingdom, it was always you who betrayed, Bloodfang never betrayed its residents."
Her voice resounded to the entirety of the battleground, she used qi in her voice to expand the reach.
"If you don't, then your fate will resemble the fate of your leader. A fate to beco the decoration of my spear." The masses looked at the spear, the head of the spear penetrated the head of a human.
One of the Foundation Establishnt experts of the coalition army died at the hands of Aqsa Malani.
At the sa ti, another voice ca. "Your fate will be decided by your decision." It was Bilal Coldbone, he held a head in his hand. He kicked the head down, and it rolled multiple tis hitting the ground again and again until it finally stopped.
A female recognized the cleanly cut head "Unit... Unit leader Moskov, he is dead." She yelled.
The warriors of the coalition army pondered what to do until Mirza made his appearance. "Stop this aningless struggle, you all were ant to be the residents of Bloodfang. I, as the king of Bloodfang Kingdom, giving you the word that there will be peace, prosperity and equality if you surrender in ti."
A loud man cried from the ranks. "Don't be deceived, he'll kill us all if we surrender. We will beco slaves and our won will be prostitutes, keep fighting!"
King Mirza was slightly shocked, he didn't expect such a thing to be said against him of all. He silently looked at the man who said it.
Be that as it may, Ezra was wise enough to jump out and speak. "Whoever said that is the stupidest person on this continent, your death will speed up the process of shoving your wives and daughters into prostitution. However, your life can change that course.
The martial masters who defeated you are all youngsters under the age of 20, they are sons and daughters of those who were killed by you and your fathers. We seek vengeance against those who tornted and betrayed us, we have no grudge against the populace. If you surrender and repent, you will be forgiven. Otherwise, your blood will embellish our swords and spears."
Ezra raised his hand and pointed his finger towards his father, the king of Bloodfang Kingdom. "Look above, the king is here. His majesty's single skill that you all witnessed earlier is enough to eliminate every one of you. None of you will be able to avoid death if you keep fighting, ponder it wisely." said Ezra.
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