Percival moved twice as fast as he normally could, unleashing a barrage of punches in Adira’s direction.
His face was full of anger and determination, but no matter how much effort he put into his attacks, he still failed to land any of them on the Drow’s body.
Adira had a faint smile on her face as she dodged the Tigerkin’s attacks with ease.
“Is that your best, boy?” Adira taunted. “I’ll fall asleep at this rate.”
Percival didn’t reply, as he continued to increase the frequency of his attacks, making the other Tigerkins cheer for him.
The Drow found all of this amusing, so she decided to play with her prey a bit.
With a simple movement of her leg, she easily tripped Pervical, causing the latter’s body to lose balance and fall down.
However, instead of meeting the ground, what the Tigerkin met was the Drow’s foot, and it sent him flying toward the wall of the warehouse.
A pained groan escaped Percival’s lips, but he quickly propped himself up from the ground and took a fighting stance.
Thirteen, who was paying close attention to the battle, rubbed his chin.
‘King’s Might,’ Thirteen mused. ‘This technique doubles the person’s overall performance.
‘Unlike a Berserk Skill, which squeezes every drop of a person’s strength, multiplying it three to four times for a short period of time, King’s Might lasts longer. As expected of a Mythical Technique used by heroes.’
Abilities that boosted one’s strength were something that all heroes possessed. They would often activate this during life-and-death battles, allowing them to get a boost of strength whenever they needed it the most.
Percival was a Rank 1 Tigerkin, but thanks to the effects of King’s Might, he was able to jump to a Rank 2 Tigerkin instantly.
Truth be told, it was still far too early for him to have learned this skill. In normal cases, he would only learn it after he reached the age of sixteen years old.
But due to Thirteen’s treatment of his slave, Percival’s physical and mental state were developing at a rapid rate, allowing him to grow faster as a Hero.
The Tigerkin was only thirteen years old. By the time he reached sixteen, he would definitely be several times stronger than he was now.
There might even come a time when he would be able to break free of Thirteen’s control, and once that happened, he would do everything in his power to pay his Master back for everything that he had done to him.
Unfortunately for Percival, he wouldn’t get that chance.
Thirteen fully intended to train him until he would no longer be able to lift a single finger to defy him.
Even if he were to grow stronger, just the thought of antagonizing his Master would fill him with so much dread that he wouldn’t even consider opposing him.
Twenty minutes later, Percival lay on the ground, with Adira’s feet stepping on his head. His entire body was covered in shallow cuts and bruises, making him look extremely pitiful.
The golden flames on his hands and feet had already dispersed, showing that the ability, King’s Might, had already reached its time limit.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Thirteen clapped his hands. “The entertainment is over. Now, back to me asking you guys questions.”
When the boy’s gaze landed on the Tigerkins, all of them subconsciously shuddered. Thirteen had released a fraction of his killing intent, nearly paralyzing and suffocating them.
Even Adira was surprised because she didn’t expect to feel such strong killing intent coming from Zion, who mostly looked docile in her eyes.
“If you obey me, all of you will be able to live decent lives,” Thirteen stated. “If not, well, I will use all of you to relieve the stress of the Trolls and Ogres who serve under me.”
A devilish smile appeared on the boy’s face as he glanced at the two Tigerkin Ladies, making their faces turn pale.
“Ah, I forgot, you Tigerkins have a very strong sense of smell, right?” the smile on Thirteen’s face widened before he clapped his hands.
A moment later, Giga Chad, walked right behind the seven-
year-old and eyed the Tigerkins with amusement.
“I’m sure you haven’t seen this creature before, so you probably don’t have any idea about what he is capable of doing,” Thirteen explained. “But let me give you all an example of what my friend, Giga Chad, can do.”
The boy then pointed in the direction of Percival, making Adira immediately back away because she understood what Thirteen had planned to do.
“Go, Giga Chad,” Thirteen commanded. “Give him the Giga Destroyer!”
The Chad Skunk turned around and raised its tail.
A moment later, a horrifying yellow spray erupted from its backside, covering Percival’s entire body.
Suddenly, a smell so foul that even the Trolls and Ogres, who were known for being smelly themselves, immediately backed away while covering their noses.
The Tigerkins, who had a very strong sense of smell, hearing, and eyesight immediately held their stomachs before vomiting at the same time.
Even though they were a distance away, wind still blowed in their direction, so the smell immediately reached their noses as soon as the Chad Skunk unleashed its deadly spray that could make even stronger monsters flee due to how incredibly stinky it was.
Percival, who had been hit by the Stink Spray, also vomited before his eyes rolled up in their sockets.
The pitiful Tigerkin fell unconscious on the ground, his body twitching from time to time.
The only saving grace was that the Stink Spray of the Chad Skunk wasn’t lethal, so no one would die from it even if they were hit by it directly.
Even so, the experience would be so traumatic that they would never want to face a Chad Skunk ever again in their lifetime.
“Oh, I forgot that there is one more problem child here,” Thirteen commented as he looked at the Tigerkin, whom Adira had beaten up earlier. “You said earlier that even if you are hurt, your spirit will not break, right? You are from the Maddox Clan, so you will not yield, even if you die, right?”
“S-Stop!” the Tigerkin shouted. “I yield! I surrender! Stop! I beg you!”
Thirteen laughed like the Second-Rate Villain that he was before commanding Giga Chad to once again use his Giga Destroyer.
On that day, the five Tigerkin Slaves, the ten Trolls, and the two Orcs that Thirteen had bought in the Slave Market vowed in their hearts to no longer defy the fiendish boy, whose laughter was enough to invoke the greatest fears that were hidden in the depths of their bestial hearts.