The first thing he did was trip the nearest Lizardman, making it crash toward the Goblins who were right behind Thirteen.
The Goblins didn’t hesitate to smack the Lizardman’s face to cast him aside before continuing their charge at the teenage boy, who had given one of the Ratmen a roundhouse kick, slamming it back toward the Lizardmen.
As the monsters closed the gap, one of the Goblins raised his bone club and smashed with all of its strength.
Thirteen evaded the attack, making the bone club hit the snout of a Lizardman, making the latter grunt in pain.
“Bastard! Why did you hit me?!” the Lizardman growled in anger.
“What else?” the Goblin sneered. “Your ugly face was on the way!”
“Damn! An ugly Goblin calling a Lizardman ugly. That’s got to hurt,” Thirteen said in a teasing tone and even laughed like a third-rate villain, further angering the Lizardman who got hit just now.
The humiliated Lizardman roared in anger and punched the Goblin that hit him, making the latter cry out in pain.
“Bastard! You want to fight?!” the Goblin shouted.
“Stop talking, you filthy, ugly monster!” the Lizardmen replied and gave the Goblin another punch which sent it flying. “You’re uglier than a Ratman!”
A moment later, a second Goblin jumped on the back of the Lizardman and held him in a headlock.
A third Goblin then started to whack the Lizardman silly with his bone club, earning the hate of the other Lizardmen who had decided to help their comrade and teach the ugly goblins a lesson.
“Did you hear that?” Thirteen asked as he dodged the attack of a Ratman. “He said that Ratmen are ugly.”
“Hmph! Do you think taunts like these will work on us?” a Ratman replied. “Unlike those stupid Goblins and brainless Lizards, we have our wits intact all the time.”
However, a shout reached the Ratmen’s ears, which made their ears twitch.
“Ratmen are trying to act like civilized creatures now?” a voice that sounded like a Lizardman spread in the surroundings. “When I fought a Ratman in the past, he was so scared of me that he pissed himself. It’s a well-known fact that Ratmen eat their own poop! Uncultured swines!”
All the Ratmen glared at the nearest Lizardman in the direction where the sound came from and screeched in anger.
“T-That wasn’t me!” the Lizardman shouted. “I know that Ratmen don’t eat their poop, but drink their own piss instead!”
A hateful warcry emerged from the Ratmen and they all lunged at the Lizardmen and gangbanged him without mercy.
“You brainless lizard!” one of the Ratman shouted. “I’ll barbecue your tail and eat it for lunch!”
Thirteen, on the other hand, chuckled internally. The Lizardmen hadn’t been lying.
Thirteen had the talent to do something like ventriloquism, saying something triggering with an entirely different voice, making it seem like other people were talking.
He had imitated the voice of one of the Lizardmen near him and made him the target of the Ratmen.
Thirteen didn’t stop there and continued to fan the flames, making all the monsters start a royal rumble, completely forgetting that he was supposed to be their target.
A great brawl between Goblins, Ratmen, and Lizardmen ensued.
The Ratmen and the Goblins joined arms with each other and fought against the Lizardmen as if they couldn’t live under the same sky.
Seeing that the monsters were busy pummeling each other, Thirteen casually walked to where the Wanderers led by David were and gave them a mischievous smirk.
“I almost feel sorry for those monsters,” Erica couldn’t help but giggle. “Zion is as bad as ever.”
“Hah… It’s a good thing that he’s not our enemy,” Diana commented. ???ΕМ?ΥЯ.???
“Don’t say something scary.” Erica suddenly stopped laughing because she had envisioned what Diana had just said earlier. “I don’t want to fight Zion ever again.”
Sherry knew that her “Boss” was strong, but she believed that if Erica and Diana were to work together, they would have a chance of beating the young man because they didn’t underestimate him.
“Are the two of you not confident in fighting him together?” Sherry asked.
“Sherry, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Diana replied. “Zion may look harmless, but he is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Although we have become stronger and may have the chance of winning against him, I don’t want to challenge him for the leadership of this alliance.
“Spars are good. Training is even better. But a duel? I’d rather fight a Rank 5 Sovereign alone than fight Zion in a duel. He won’t hold back just because we are friends.”
Sherry tilted her head to the side. “Is that an exaggeration?”
“I wish,” Erica pursed her lips. “He trained our entire party in preparation for the Winter Solstice. Then and there, we realized that Zion Leventis wasn’t an ordinary Rookie.”
“You’ll understand, Sherry,” Diana said. “Just watch for now, and see with your own eyes what we’re talking about.”
As if waiting for Diana to say those words, Thirteen charged toward David and the Apostles, who had formed a battle formation.
Unlike the Lizardmen, Goblins, and Ratmen, who were now seriously smacking each other silly, the Apostles had fought many battles together and had already put their teamwork to the test.
Summoning his spear, David launched a spear thrust, while his comrades used their own techniques to trap Thirteen in a pincer attack.
But the young man, who was now wielding a pair of short swords, swung his weapons around him, blocking the combined assault of the Wanderers with deadly precision.
Sparks flew as his armguards, whom he also used as a shield from time to time, deflected some of these blows, allowing him to counterattack.
With a well-aimed calf kick aimed at David’s right leg, Thirteen destroyed his stance and followed up with an elbow strike that hit the side of the young man’s face, making him stagger.
Leon, who took that opportunity to use his strongest attack, targeted Thirteen’s blind spot.
He didn’t make any sound and kept his presence as low as possible to increase the chances of success.
But just as his blade was about to pierce through Zion’s back, a black tail slapped his sword, deflecting it to the side.
A second later, Leon found himself face to face with the black snake that was always coiled around Zion’s neck.
Tiona opened her mouth and unleashed a Petrification Breath at point-blank range, covering Leon’s entire body in a gray mist.
The other Wanderers hurriedly backed off because they were quite familiar with this skill, which caught them completely by surprise.
When the wind blew, and dispersed the gray mist blocking everyone’s view, all they saw was Leon’s rock statue, with a horrified look on his face.
‘Remind me to let Giga and Blacky piss on that statue later, Tiona,’ Thirteen said through telepathy. ‘This brat needs to be taught a lesson.’
Tiona hissed in agreement as she glanced at the other opponents who encircled her Master from all sides.
She had been feeling bored as of late, so fighting against these people would fix that problem for the time being.
“Careful, that snake can petrify people with its breath!” one of the Apostles shouted. “Don’t get too close!”
“Did you hear that, Tiona?” Thirteen asked out loud. “They said that they should not get too close to you. How about you take the initiative to get close to them instead?”
The Black Snake nodded before uncoiling herself from her Master’s neck.
She then used the power of telekinesis to fly toward the Wanderers, making them scream like little girls, as she once again unleashed a Petrification Breath, which had a very low chance of petrifying anyone that was two levels above her current Rank.