Chapter 316 (1/2)

Rukia at the counter recovered a little, blinked her eyes, muttering like she was waking up from a dream

”What kind of mess I see...”

night.

Taylor's house.

Uncle Carl, who had fallen into a coma, suddenly woke up.

Merlin's stick made Carl unconscious all day.

”Huh...huh...”

Uncle Carl was sitting on the bed, kicking, cold sweat slid across his angular cheeks.

It seems that even in a dream, he can still recall the scene where Mei Lin hit his forehead with a wooden knife.

Uncle Carl looked around and felt relieved when he saw that it was his own bedroom. It seemed that he was sent back after the defeat.

”Boy, are you awake?” Old Taylor's voice sounded.

Uncle Carl suddenly raised his head and saw Old Taylor behind him, without even noticing it just now.

”Uh, what? So old man, you are here...”

”I brought you back after you were knocked out. Is there anything wrong with me here?” Old Taylor had a cold tone, seemingly dissatisfied that Karl rashly challenged Merlin.

”I didn't mean that, I was just a little surprised...” Uncle Carl scratched his head awkwardly, feeling a little sore all over, presumably he had been beaten by Merlin, and he has not fully recovered yet.

”Hmph, is it embarrassing to let me see your miserable appearance?” Old Taylor was full of smiles on the faces around him.

”Uh...” Uncle Carl felt uncomfortable, and retorted, ”It's not so miserable yet...”

”How does it feel to fight with Merlin?” Old Taylor asked tentatively, seemingly interested in the battle.

Although Old Taylor had never played seriously with Merlin, he was self-aware and knew the difference in strength.

If Merlin were serious, he might not be able to take advantage of this young man's sword.

”It feels... it feels terrible, it's just a fight without suspense.” Uncle Carl paused, sighed, and said honestly.

”From the beginning, I was beaten to the ground by the young man named Merlin...”

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There was no expression on Old Taylor's old face, swaying with a cane, as if everything was in his expectation.

”That feels terrible...” Uncle Carl held his forehead, feeling a trace of decadence in the whole person.

”My strength is almost completely crushed by the opponent. No matter how I fight, it will be difficult to defeat the opponent.”

”It's like I'm facing this insurmountable mountain. Apart from feeling my own insignificance, I have no other ideas at all.”

”I've been fighting this newcomer with all my strength, but the other party didn't seem to be using all their strength, so they beat me without fighting back.”

”I have experienced countless battles where my life is hanging by a thread, and I have never given up any hope of survival.”

”But when I was discussing with Merlin, I felt desperate. This guy can't be defeated at all.”

”It's really scary to think about it. Without using a grudge, a person can reach this point with physical strength alone?”

”It's terrible, it makes me a little bit unbelievable, I even doubt whether Merlin is a human...”

Old Tyler sat quietly next to him, listening to his son's lingering self-talk, without interrupting him.

After all, Merlin is simply an incomprehensible existence. To accept reality, it takes a period of self-reflection.

Even Old Tyler himself, after a test with Merlin, his self-confidence in life was severely hit and depressed for a long time.

”There is no doubt about this. Merlin's is indeed a human being. I have carefully investigated for a long time, and I can't feel any alien aura in him.”

”Really...” Uncle Carl's thick eyebrows were twisted together, and said incomprehensibly, ”But what's the matter with that inhuman power?”

”This is also something I can't figure out...” Old Taylor frowned and said awkwardly, ”Merlin's other aspects are very mediocre. The only way to draw a knife is to give people a sense of oppression of death. How long does it take to practice to reach that level? This is an unsolved mystery. Everyone's practice is a secret, and it is not convenient for us to inquire.”

Uncle Carl's expression was astonished, wondering if Merlin's greatest skill is to draw a knife and slash this trash martial arts?

It doesn't require any magical fighting spirit, it's just a tactic of scheming.

But in the discussion with himself, Merlin has never used a knife to cut at all?

Isn't it possible that one's own strength is not matched by the side performing stunts?