Chapter 16

The shadow of the gold medalist's fist was overwhelming, with a trace of vindictiveness, as if he wanted to hit Merlin with a punch as big as a sandbag. From the perspective of others, it was a bit like Pegasus Meteor Fist.

Merlin wanted to cooperate and talked about a series of "no rails", but when she thought about it, she felt vulgar, so she changed her line and liked it.

"********...!"

Merlin really gave a hand to the gold medalist, and no matter what he did, he was easily resolved by the resistance.

The gold medalist became more and more frightened, muttering in his heart what kind of magic item is this, is it a magic item that can be permanently attacked?

He faintly felt something wrong, not to mention that there was no power fluctuation in Merlin's body, but his strength seemed to be bottomless, and his calm appearance was even more unpredictable.

The gold medalist didn't give up, feeling that if he couldn't even beat a villager A, he could immediately hit the wall and die, so he seemed to have burst into a small universe, his attack became more and more vigorous, the punches burst, and the impact frequency suddenly increased.

"Um...I said it's useless, why don't you give up?" Merlin tilted his mouth, feeling a bit complicated. In the past year, I met many such fools, most of them are adventurers.

This group of adventurers will have an illusion in their hearts towards Shang Meilin, and this illusion will change over time, respectively.

Humph!I can kill garbage villagers in seconds!

Damn it twice! But it's still 50-50!

Nima!It's so **!?

Can't beat or beat, mom, I want to go home!Huh huh!

Why have I practiced for so many years?Can't even beat a villager A, do I still need to exist?Nothing to love...

Basically, those who have played with Mei Lin will have these illusions, and they still appear one by one in a stepped manner.

The fighting between the two brought a lot of wind, and the dense and fierce boxing shadows of the gold medalists and Merlin calmly resolved with one hand. In a small restaurant, the scene was quite shocking.

The two uncles who had watched the show for a long time were now dumbfounded, not knowing that the beer was spilled all over the place.

As for the restaurant owner who has been shivering under the counter, the frequency of his moustache trembling is quite similar.

He raised his plate to protect his head, fearing that he would accidentally injure himself, thinking to himself, who is this sacred picker?It is definitely not an ordinary person to be able to play so easily with Dashi Johnson!I don't want the money, can I do it?Please don't smash my shop, eh...

The gold medalist has been playing for a long time, and is already close enough to not hit Merlin.

He looked dazed, panting, sweating as if he was running tap water, and he rushed out, thinking that he would try his best, but he couldn't even touch the tips of other people's hair. The difference in strength was so terrible!

"It's over? According to the turn-based gameplay, it's my turn, right?" Merlin didn't leave a drop of sweat, grinned, and asked tentatively, "I don't know if you've ever heard of a rise from the ground. Your fist?"

"Could it be... Sheng... Shenglong Fist?!" The gold medalist's expression became horrified, and his legs trembled.

"Tsk tusk, the answer is wrong, you idiot, let me popularize it for you. This boxing technique is called..." Merlin flashed an uppercut into the sky and hit the gold medalist's chin.

"Gas consumption~ Follow!!"

(Everyone who has played Street Fighter understands, Shenglongquan is called a gas-consuming follower)