“Everyone, don’t do anything reckless, and hold your ground!” David shouted.
The moment the young man saw the golden staff in Zion’s hand, he was instantly reminded of the time when he personally witnessed the Rookie kill a Majin King.
His shout broke everyone out from their daze, making them all take a defensive stance.
“Don’t attack!” Roland declared. “Wait for my signal!”
As someone who had been personally trained by Thirteen, he knew that the teenage boy in front of them was someone whom they couldn’t underestimate.
While this was the first time he was seeing Zion wield a golden staff, he didn’t dare to underestimate his fighting prowess.
“Zion, it’s us!” Erica shouted. “Why are you fighting us?!”
Zion didn’t even react to Erica’s call, and simply gazed straight at them with indifference.
“Hey, Master! It’s me! Derek!” Derek shouted. “Are you the Final Boss? Where is your BGM Music?!”
As if waiting for that cue, an ominous sound of an organ being played reverberated in the surroundings.
The moment Derek heard this, he nearly choked on his saliva because he just meant it as a joke.
“Everyone, please listen to me first,” David said. “The weapon in Zion’s hand can increase its length and size. I don’t know what its limit is, but it can extend for hundreds of meters, and its size can become as big as an entire skyscraper. He used that staff to kill a Majin King, so be very careful!
David knew that he needed to share this information to the others so that they could better understand what they were up against.
But after hearing his words, everyone thought that he was just joking.
If Thirteen’s golden staff could really increase its length and size to that of a skyscraper, wouldn’t that mean that all of them would be crushed like insects?
“I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true,” Sean, who knew that he had to step up to clarify things, commented. “We’ve seen it with our own eyes, so don’t take our words lightly.”
Roland gripped his sword tightly before speaking out his mind.
“I will tell you this, Zion is stronger than me,” Roland stated. “If everything you say is true, and his weapon could really increase its length and size to that of a skyscraper, we have no chance of winning.
“But this Trial is supposed to be fair after all, we can definitely win if we work together. So, everyone, prepare for battle!”
Erica closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths before opening them up again.
“You’re not Zion.” Erica glared at the teenage boy in front of her. “Zion will never hurt us. So, it’s impossible for you to be him! Since you dare to use his appearance, I’ll burn you to ashes!” A pair of blazing wings appeared behind Erica’s back, giving her the power of flight.
She hadn’t been able to use this ability earlier, but now that she was inside the Coliseum, the restriction had been lifted.
“We will fight him the way we fought the Sovereigns in the lower floors,” Joshua, who was the Sage of the Hero Party, declared. “Roland, Derek, and Siri will act as the Vanguard, while the rest support them!”
Stella, who was standing at the middle of the formation, took out her Starlight Bow and pulled on its string.
She was now going to fight seriously, so she didn’t need to use her normal arrows in battle.
The young lady believed that her magic arrows would be more effective in the upcoming battle.
Siri, who had never won a battle against Thirteen, held her War Axe with a solemn expression on her face.
As someone who had fought Zion repeatedly, she was still unable to read his attack patterns because it was forever changing.
Diana and Shana glanced at each other before nodding their heads at the same time.
The two of them then planted their Golden and Silver Banners on the ground, creating a synergy effect that amplified their powers.
Suddenly, the teenage boy who was holding the golden staff in his hands, raised his hand and made a “come and get me” gesture.
His eyes were still devoid of feelings, and no one could tell what he was thinking.
“On my signal,” Roland said as the swords in his hand shone brightly.
He intended to finish the battle as fast as possible because if the signage was being truthful, their opponent was as strong as 300 Wanderers.
The members of the Hero Party, the Cygni Faction, and the other Wanderers, all took their respective positions.
They were treating this battle as a Raid Boss Battle, which would require coordination from all parties.
“Fight!” Roland declared as he took a step forward and shot out like a comet, leaving trails of blue colors behind him.
Derek and Siri ran after him, preparing their own killer moves to end the battle swiftly.
Erica, who was hovering above the Coliseum, summoned countless Flaming Spears, ready to descend at a moment’s notice.
Since the battle had officially started, Zion finally made his move.
He casually took a step forward as if he was just about to take a stroll in the park.
A second later, Roland reappeared in front of him, with his sword aiming at Zion’s chest.
The teenage boy then casually swatted Roland’s sword, deflecting his attack with ease.
Due to Roland’s momentum, he wasn’t able to stop his charge on time, which left his body open after his sword was deflected.
Suddenly Zion’s fist punched forward, hitting the side of Roland’s body. However, it didn’t end there.
Thirteen punched in quick succession as if his fist was a gatling gun.
He was dishing out three to four punches every second, and all of them landed on Roland’s body, sending him flying.
The golden staff on his left hand then moved to block Derek’s strike, while he used his right foot to kick Siri’s hand that held the axe, making her stagger and completely stop her
downward strike.
A second later, Flaming Spears descended toward the teenage boy, which the latter evaded using his Beast Heart Drunken Fist movement technique.
To everyone’s surprise, the movement was also leaving afterimages, making them unable to determine where the real Zion was, almost breaking their formation.
Sherry then extended her silk threads in the hope that she would be able to capture Zion, but a second later, the teenage boy appeared in front of her.
For a brief moment, the young lady forgot how to breathe as Thirteen’s indifferent eyes gazed
at her.
Suddenly, she felt a hand pat her head, which was a familiar feeling to her.
But just as quick as he appeared, the teenage boy disappeared.
Not long after, cries of pain and surprise erupted behind her as three Wanderers, who were standing behind Sherry, were sent flying backwards by Thirteen’s merciless strikes.