The Real Plan

Shortly after, the master came up from the pit. Both hands were carrying the unsightly bodies of his two students out to get them healed.

People in the audience got goosebumps—they could not believe their eyes.

In just a short period of time, the little boy named Merlin had demonstrated his formidable power.

Out of the eleven Falcons, three had already been defeated.

The remaining eight people had cold sweat dripping down their faces. They looked at the small person, floating above the arena with an ill look on their faces.

“This kid is too strong. We can't fight one by one any longer,” Arm said impatiently. His eyes were trembling uncontrollably.

Even though every member of the Falcon Group was discouraged to fight, they could not turn back now.

Under the eyes of tens of thousands of people staring, if they submitted to the child, the Falcons would no longer be able to show their faces in public.