Zaphiel and Rahab couldn’t believe their eyes as they looked at the arena.
Were the two Fiends truly being one-sidedly beaten up?
Most unsettling of all, their every attempt to check the boy’s rank yielded no result. They couldn’t sense anything at all.
"Damn you!" Belial roared in anger. "I’ve had enough!"
The Fiend transford into a ten-ter tall Chimaera that resembled a Manticore. Flas erged from its back, serving as its wings.
Its three scorpion-like tails with varying colors posed dangerously behind it. Each was capable of unleashing deadly range attacks of poison, ice, and lightning.
Belial was the Fallen Angel of Lawlessness. He was the type to do whatever he wanted, uncaring of the consequences.
He prided himself on his strength and believed he was the strongest among the Fiends.
But he now felt as humiliated as much as he had been proud. His strength was undeniable, yet how could a teenage boy so easily beat him up?
Refusing to accept such an outco, he decided to go all out and kill the boy once and for all.
"Die!" Belial roared and unleashed a breath attack of black flas at the pesky mortal who dared to offend him.
Thirteen scoffed before running to his right side, avoiding the breath of flas.
But Belial had already anticipated this move. His three scorpion-like tales unleashed an attack exactly where Thirteen was headed.
"It’s over," Zaphiel said firmly.
Rahab nodded in agreent.
Both of them believed that the battle would end then and there.
But they were wrong.
Very wrong.
Just as Belial’s bombardnt was about to descend upon him, countless tendril-like things erged from the teenage boy’s back.
With one flap of his wings, Thirteen took off from the ground, evading the attacks that left him no room for maneuver.
But he didn’t fly away to simply escape.
No.
Thirteen’s clone flapped his wings a second ti, making a hard and sharp turn to fly toward Belial.
A bloodcurdling roar escaped the Fiend’s lips as Zion embedded his dagger on the Manticore’s eyes, drawing a fountain of blood.
Pharzpuh, who was watching everything earlier, broke from his daze and moved to assist his comrade.
Two pairs of bat-like wings unfurled on his back. The mont he took flight, he unleashed countless crescent blades that shot at the teenage boy, who was about to stab Belial’s other eye.
Knowing that staying would an defeat, Thirteen’s clone kicked Belial’s face, propelling himself away from Pharzuph’s deadly attacks.
Each crescent blade was crimson in color, and they seed to have a life of their own, following him like blood hounds that locked on their prey.
But the teenage boy showed no fear. In fact, he even smiled.
The tendril-like wings behind his back lengthened and moved like countless snakes that had found prey. They wrapped themselves around the crimson crescent blades and, to Pharzuph’s surprise, threw it back at him and Belial.
"#%$^&*#^$*^&!" an unintelligible curse, escaped the Fiend’s lips as a rain of crescent blades rained down on him.
However, he was agile enough to fly away and evade it without problems. The only one who couldn’t dodge in ti was Belial due to his size.
The Manticore roared hatefully as its ally’s attacks landed on his body.
"Pharzuph, you bastard! What do you think you’re doing?!" Belial roared in anger.
"Stop blaming ," Pharzuph glared. "It’s your fault for being fat and ugly. That makes you an easy target!"
"Damn you!" the Fallen Angel of Lawlessness finally went mad and started to attack his own ally! "I’ll show you who’s fat and ugly, you Glorified PIMP!"
Pharzuph could be considered an incubus, so he was quite handso in his demi-human form. But his handso face was now contorted in anger as his Pig Teammate started attacking him with fury.
Thirteen’s clone blinked once then twice as he watched his enemies fight against each other.
Seeing that the two were fighting for real, he landed on the ground, summoned a chair, and sat down.
The corner of Rahab’s lips twitched after seeing this farce, while Zaphiel looked livid.
Clearly, he wasn’t very happy at the sight of his two allies duking it out with each other!
The arena trembled as Belial’s massive claws tore through the ground, black flas spilling wildly in every direction.
"You think you can insult ?!" Belial roared, one ruined eye bleeding while the other burned with murderous fury. "I’ll rip those wings off your back!"
Pharzuph dodged gracefully, his four bat-like wings fluttering with elegant precision. He twisted midair, barely avoiding a lightning-infused tail strike that nearly hit him if he was a second late in his evasion.
"You brute," Pharzuph sneered. "Control yourself. You’re embarrassing us!"
Belial answered by launching a barrage of poison spikes from one of his scorpion tails. "Stop running away, you Bat!"
Pharzuph’s expression darkened. He hated being called a bat, and clearly, Belial used that word knowing it would provoke him.
"Very well," Pharzuph hissed. "Since you want to be humiliated, I’ll grant your wish!"
A crimson aura exploded around him.
The intoxicating fragrance intensified, spreading across the battlefield like invisible mist. The air grew heavier and thicker.
Even Rahab instinctively flinched after realizing what Pharzuph was about to do.
"That ability again..." Rahab muttered.
The scent wasn’t simple perfu. It was corruption. It clawed at the senses, trying to invade the mind.
Belial faltered mid-flight, and for a brief mont, just a brief one, he seed to have fallen into a daze.
Pharzuph’s lips curved faintly. "You always were easy to manipulate."
But before he could press on his advantage and deal damage to the annoying Chimaera, a resounding crack reverberated inside the Colosseum.
Both Fiends froze, and Belial broke out of his daze.
Thirteen were still seated, one leg crossed over the other.
He rested his chin on his palm, visibly amused by the show playing in front of him.
Still, the teenage boy shifted his attention on the audience stands, where Zaphiel was already standing. His clenched fist had destroyed the seat right beside him, and his eyes glowed golden in color.
"Stop fighting, you morons!" Zaphiel roared. "Aren’t you ashad of yourselves?!"
Pharzuph and Belial glanced at each other before shifting their attention to Zaphiel.
"Did this bastard just call us morons?" Belial asked.
"This hypocrite," Pharzuph sneered. "He really thinks he’s our boss or sothing."
Imdiately, the mood inside the arena shifted to the two Fiends hating each other to them hating Zaphiel.
Rahab could only facepalm at the sudden turn of events.
anwhile, in the arena, the corner of the teenage boy’s lips rose ever so slightly. Clearly, even he hadn’t expected this developnt. Not that it was a bad thing.
In any case... there was no way he would step in and stop a royal rumble between the Fiends and Celestials, whose alliance seed to have taken a turn for the worse.
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