Aaron stood a good distance away from Zion, but everyone, whether they were watching from the stands or from their homes, knew that the teenage boy's nosebleed was caused by the Monarch's show of power.
It was then that they heard Zion's statement, which confirmed their guesses.
"What a low class move," Thirteen said before taking out his handkerchief to wipe the bloodstain below his nose. "You tried to make me submit to you by using your aura against me. So, are you happy that you managed to injure me? Does that make you feel good? Did it stroke your ego?"
Aaron looked at the teenage boy, who was looking back at him with a calm expression on his face.
If this was any other ordinary teenage boy, the Head of the Ashford Clan wouldn't even bat an eye and smash the boy's head to a bloody pulp.
However, Zion Leventis was far from ordinary.
The young man commanded the Allied Forces in the Rigel Continent and secured a victory for the human race.
