The sunset glow fell on the grass, surrounded by lush ancient trees. The thick trunks stood like the guardians of ti, silently witnessing the changes of the world.
rlin's fist was accompanied by a very clear sound of the wind, rustling through the air, and almost instantly hit the Little Wizard's face before he even had ti to react.
Honestly speaking.
Ian really did not expect rlin to suddenly attack. By the ti he noticed rlin's attack, the fist was already right in front of him, and he couldn't react in ti.
Only to see.
Accompanied by the ripples on Ian's tender cheek, half of his face instantly caved in. This heavy punch seed to gather all the strength from rlin's body.
"Hiss~"
Truth be told.
Forget this lifeti, even going back to his previous life before his ti-traveling, Ian had never been punched in the face like this. He only felt his head buzzing with a dull throb. It wasn't just the burning pain on his cheek; Ian involuntarily staggered backward a few steps.
"This punch is for my childhood trauma!" After delivering the punch, rlin withdrew his hand, but his fist remained clenched, with his knuckles turning slightly white from the effort.
Hmm.
Swelling started to appear gradually.
After all, according to the relativism in folk stories, the puncher's fist has to endure equal force. Everyone is a legend; their physical strength is almost equivalent.
That's why.
rlin's fist was also sowhat injured. Obviously, it wasn't as bad as Ian's face, but Ian shook his head vigorously, glaring angrily at rlin.
Without even asking about what childhood trauma ant, Ian, full of youthful vigor, couldn't tolerate this sudden attack. He rolled up his sleeves and imdiately charged at rlin.
"This is what I call a real childhood trauma!"
"You nutcase! An old man in his fifties attacking a twelve-year-old kid! Where's your honor?" Ian's fists definitely packed a punch.
Full of power, incredibly fast, it's exactly like a whirlwind boxing technique.
His arm swung rapidly, and fists like raindrops pounded towards rlin. Each punch whooshed with wind, incredibly fast, leaving a series of blurry fist shadows.
"What the heck!"
rlin clearly did not expect Ian's counterattack to be so swift and fierce. He quickly raised his arms for defense, but Ian's fists continued to land on him.
Eyes.
Nose.
Kidneys.
And the part that made rlin aghast—his crotch—just as the saying goes, "The young fear no punch, the old fear no rod!"
If it cos to a wizard's magic, an old man with a magic rod is undoubtedly tricky and unpredictable. But in terms of boxing it out without magic, twelve-year-old Ian truly showed rlin what terror ant.
The sound of "bang bang bang" rang out repeatedly as rlin staggered backward, crying out in pain as both of his kidneys took heavy hits.
"Stop! Stop! Ti out! Ti out!" rlin dodged while incoherently shouting, his tone filled with unresolved grudges and fresh grievances. His face was already covered with bruises and lightly bleeding. His face contorted with pain, his eyes squinted into slits, and his lips twitched slightly in pain.
A tiout was out of the question.
Ian, like a mighty hero possessed, delivered two more powerful punches straight into rlin's crotch. Standing at less than one ter six, he evaded rlin's counterattacks with a slippery agility.
"Stop! Stop! You guys..."
Leonard stood by, utterly stunned. He originally intended to intervene, but just as he took a step forward, Ian's unwarranted punch struck his shoulder.
The force knocked him backwards, and if not for his Phoenix shedding a few tears for him, his shoulder could have been outright ruined. This was truly a case of mortals suffering in a clash of titans.
Although rlin and Ian were just wizards, as legendary wizards, their physical prowess was akin to fierce beasts. Leonard's experience proved just how strong a punch from a little wizard could be.
"Oh my!"
Even though the Phoenix's tears had excellent healing effects, Leonard still gasped and grimaced in pain, quickly taking his Phoenix and hiding behind a distant tree.
"What kind of ss is this!"
The young Dumbledore family mber slightly shivered. The Phoenix seed startled by the sudden turmoil, its feathers slightly puffed, emitting a series of anxious cries. anwhile, not far off, Ian was still chasing and pumling rlin. After all, the Little Wizard had never faced such aggravation before.
"Now! Who's the Boxing King?"
The more Ian fought, the more excited he got.
"Stop already!"
rlin didn't want to fight back either.
But Ian's attack speed was maxed out. Seeing Ian pull out gloves and then pour magic potion onto them, this Wizard King's expression changed drastically.
"You wouldn't have poured shit on your fists, would you!"
rlin disregarded his dignity and ran for it. For so of Ian's magic potions from the future, even rlin couldn't decipher their effects in a short ti. Having previously suffered from the psychological trauma of "shit hitting the fan," rlin dared not gamble on what "magic" Ian had applied to his fists.
He ran.
He chased.
He was clearly struggling to escape.
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