I really didn't want to burn it.

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"Pfft."

Li Ang rubbed his nose with his hand.

“Hey, Mr. Merlin,” Li Ang gestured around the arena with the tip of his knife, “haven’t you realized? You’re in the Colosseum in Rome right now.”

"The arena... Could it be... a ghost?!"

A chill ran from his chrysanthemum straight to the top of his head, and Merlin shuddered as if he had been electrocuted.

He sobered up completely.

"Yes, that's the one, is it possible?"

Li Ang laughed heartily; beating a sober Merlin would definitely be more fun.

Seeing the masked man who attacked him nod in agreement, Merlin felt guilty.

He quickly checked with Fou on his shoulder and asked, "Hey, dear White Devimon, you know what's going on, right??"

“Fufu!” the white lewd beast affirmed.

Merlin, who understood the language of Fou, understood too much from those two short words, and he looked up to the sky and howled in despair.

"Artoria! You tricked me!"

boom!

Merlin rolled three times on the ground before the force of Li Ang's heavy blow was absorbed.

"It seems Merlin has fully understood. Well then... let's fight!"

"Civilized people shouldn't resort to violence, right?"

Although Merlin's tone remained as frivolous as ever, he had already gotten into the zone.

when!

Merlin swung his wand to block Leon's cleaver.

"So, as a good friend who shares the same plight, what's your name, bro??"

Leon deliberately said, "My name is Sanson, and I'm an executioner from France! Britons, just wait to die!"

"No way!"

"If you obediently let me kill you, I'll make your death less painful!"

"I already said no~ No woman likes a man who keeps pestering her~?"

"You don't have to worry about this."

Li Ang slashed through Merlin's body with a single blow, but the online fraudster's body turned into flower petals and was scattered by the wind.

"Tch, no wonder he's the originator of the Round Table Stand style." Li Ang snorted.

Merlin's ability to create clones using illusions is so masterful that it's impossible to defend against.

It's worth noting that Li Ang's fondness for creating illusions using runes was something he learned from Merlin.

"This is troublesome... This guy is really strong!"

Merlin, standing at a safe distance from both sides, watched Li Ang across from him.

The other party claimed to be Sanson, but Merlin didn't believe him at all.

Please, he knows exactly what level that executioner, Assasn, is at.

Merlin didn't know who was behind the mask, but it was definitely not the French executioner.

But without a doubt, this man who calls himself "Sanson" is a formidable opponent.

It wasn't the kind of powerful aura you could feel just by looking at someone; rather, it was something unfathomable, an eerie presence that felt out of place.

To be honest, as a self-proclaimed con artist who aspires to slack off for a thousand years, Merlin should just surrender and admit defeat at this point.

After all, surrendering means losing half the battle.

however……

"Merlin, if you dare admit defeat, you won't get a single day off for the rest of the year! —by Artoria"

"My king, even 996 work schedules aren't this ruthless... Has Artoria gone astray??"

Merlin put the note that Fou handed him into his pocket.

Forget about slacking off; since that's the case, it's better to win than lose and lose face.

With that thought in mind, Merlin drew his sword from his wand, waiting for his opponent to attack.

Merlin was quite skilled in magic, but many spells required a large number of incantations, and instant magic only created illusions.

Therefore, Merlin prefers to use a wand in one hand and a sword in the other when fighting, so he doesn't have to worry about biting his tongue if he mispronounces a spell.

Li Ang likes to call Merlin's attack module the "Staff-wielding Sword" mode.

"Although I personally dislike Chinese puns, this is the only option at this point~?"

Bah!

Li Ang struck Merlin in the bridge of his nose with the hilt of his sword.

"Damn it! You Frenchman have no sportsmanship! You should have waited until I got into position before you started!"

Merlin covered his nose and knelt on the ground in pain.

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PS1: XX Hair is the appearance of X Hair after growing up, and can be seen as an intermediate form of the evolution from Blanket King to Lancer Artoria.

From the character art, we can see that XX's figure already has the prototype of the future Lancer Artoria, but her appearance is still closer to the orthodox Artoria.

Therefore, we can infer that Artoria drew her sword too hastily; if it had been a few years later, she wouldn't have remained invincible forever. (Not really!)

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PS2: I don't know how long this picture will last. If it gets rejected, then I won't be posting any more pictures for the next few days.

If you receive a warning from the backend within a short period of time, Mi-chan's image posting privileges will be revoked. _(:з」∠)_

Chapter 101 Merlin: A flurry of actions as fierce as a tiger, but actually I'm just a complete idiot~??

The moment Merlin crouched down, covering his nose, the arena erupted in thunderous laughter.

However, the loudest laughter came from the British players' lounge.

Lancelot and Gawain, in particular, laughed like Wen Zhang and Li Shangzheng while slapping their thighs.

"Hahaha! Did you guys see that innocent look on his face?"

"Were his tears real tears, or were they from hitting his nose? Hahahaha! So funny! I could laugh like this for a year!"

The others, though not as exaggerated as the two of them, also chuckled.

Even Agguiven, who always had a sour face, couldn't help but chuckle, though he was also a little confused at the same time.

"That nose bridge punch looks kind of familiar..."

The kind-hearted little eggplant asked worriedly, "Will Mr. Merlin be alright with us like this?"

That's what she said, but judging from the way she was trying her best to cover her mouth with her hand to suppress her laughter, Mash wasn't entirely on Merlin's side.

In fact, because she was trying to suppress her laughter, Mashu's facial muscles were aching in waves.

"It's okay, it's okay. This guy just deserved it!" Mordred laughed loudly, gesturing wildly. Only she could use the word "deserved" so unrestrainedly.

Merlin was quite popular among the Knights of the Round Table, but this guy always had a penchant for playing pranks. While these pranks didn't affect their friendships, they eventually annoyed everyone, and they wanted to get back at him.

Not everyone has the same extensive experience in palace intrigue as Li Ang, and can always get back at the top.

Most of the Knights of the Round Table were combative; they were good at fighting, but lacked the intelligence to think strategically.

Now that we've finally found an opportunity, of course we're going to give Merlin a good beating.

Li Ang was right about one thing: the fourth game was also treated as a garbage game in Britain, but instead of filling it with weak knights, they used it to create some drama.

For the Knights of the Round Table, whether Merlin wins or loses is not important; the key is to see him make a fool of himself in various ways.

When Merlin collapsed to the ground clutching his nose, the members of the Round Table naturally cheered, as if humanity had successfully landed on the moon.

Even the seemingly aloof Artoria had a furrowed brow and a flushed face that revealed her complex emotions.

"boring!"

She stomped her foot, tugged at her cloak, and turned to walk out of the lounge.

The moment Artoria closed the door, Gawain chuckled and said, "I bet two gold coins she's gone to a corner and is laughing."

“I’ll give you one gold coin,” Galahad said. “Go and prove it.”

"Prove it to a ghost! Who would dare watch that lioness all by herself?" Gawain shouted. "You just want to spend a gold coin to see me get beaten into the wall, don't you!"

Galahad lowered his head and said, "Indeed, if you saw her rubbing her eyes against Li Ang's portrait, you probably wouldn't even have the chance to be a piece of performance art inside the walls."

At this point, Galahad looked up at the others and said, "This gorilla chickened out. Are you guys following along? ...Looks like no one's here. Then each of you give me a gold coin."

"You little rascal, taking advantage of my misfortune!" *N

Several Knights of the Round Table immediately went berserk and started fighting with Galahad.

"Hey, Mashu."

Lancelot placed his hand on Mash's shoulder and said earnestly.

"what?"

"You absolutely mustn't be like your brother."

Mashu's lips twitched violently: "Don't talk to me like an old father!"

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On the field, Merlin, whose nose was bleeding, decided to regain his dignity.

A true man stands between heaven and earth, and what matters most is his demeanor and his reputation.

As the saying goes, "You can cut off my head, you can bleed, but you can't mess up my hairstyle."

A nosebleed is more unbearable for Merlin than a messy hairstyle.