The Demon King Who Lost His Job

"Hurry up, get out of the way if you don't do it, don't get in the way." Mei Lin said helplessly, feeling nothing about Xiao Zayu's provocation, just want to end it quickly so that she can apply for that new job.

"You arrogant brat! Let's try the iron fist that this uncle is proud of today!"

The gold medalist attacked outrageously, with punch-bag-like fists, blasting towards the thin Merlin, surrounded by traces of vindictiveness, and there was a sound of breaking through the air.

He didn't show any mercy, and wanted Merlin, who didn't know where he came from, to give in and fear his own strength, so he unreservedly showed his strength with one punch.

Merlin looked at the punching fist blankly. To be honest, it was bigger than his head, but even if it was not threatening, he couldn't interest him.

So Merlin used one hand to easily resist the fist of the gold medalist, and said lightly, "The momentum is good, with a full score of 100, I'll give you 6 points..."

"Wh!?" The face of the gold medalist was uncertain, and he was easily resisted with a full blow. There was obviously no power fluctuation. Why could he take his moves with ease?Damn it, where is this scruffy swordsman?Is it an intermediate warrior!It's amazing, what did the mid-level warrior come to this small village?They are the best guards for the nobles to fight for!

"The punch just now was the force of milking? Not so..." Merlin tilted his mouth and turned on the mocking mode.

"Johnson, what are you doing?! Don't you want a commission? Hurry up and subdue this bastard who eats the king's meal!" The restaurant owner couldn't stand it anymore, so he urged as his employer.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement and experts watch the doorway. The restaurant owner can't see the difference in strength. He just feels that the gold medalist is deliberately releasing water. The opponent is just an ordinary person who does not know how to fight magic.

The gold medalist was sweating coldly and asked tentatively, "Dare to ask your surname?"

"It's just an unknown pawn." Merlin waved her hand, unwilling to say her name.

Is it really just an unknown person?

There are doubts in the hearts of the gold medalists. Perhaps there are many people with lower-level strength, but the higher they go, the more they look like a pyramid.

The status of the mid-level strength can be comparable to that of the little nobles, and the status of the high-level strength is close to that of the big nobles, and the legendary holy steps seem to have caused a certain degree of threat to the royal power.

Merlin can block his punch so easily, how can he say that he also needs intermediate strength?

Since it is an intermediate strength, how can it be an unknown person?

The head of the gold medalist, who was not very agile, grew bigger in an instant. He didn't understand how Mei Lin had no power fluctuations, so he blocked his attack?

Could it be a one-time magic item that is invalidated by the attack, similar to something like a double magic puppet.

The gold medalist looked at Merlin's face like a liar, and he became more certain that he had been cheated.

He felt that Merlin had used some kind of magical props to make himself unable to understand him, pretending to be advanced, and scaring himself away.

"Ha! I see, your kid is trying to lie to me?"

"Huh?" Merlin was full of question marks.

"Don't fucking bullshit, I've seen a lot of you swindlers who cheat, eat and drink! The child's cough is always bad, just give it a shot!"

The gold medalist started a continuous blow at a frequency of 200 punches per minute.

The fists mixed with lower-level vindictive spirits, tigers and tigers alive, every punch brings a gust of wind, so that people can see a lot of fist shadows.

"Eula Eula Eula Eula Eula Eula...!"

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)

Chapter 17:

The gold medalist lost consciousness when he was hit, fainted, his body escaped gravity, flew upwards, and finally broke the ceiling and hung on it.

Merlin clapped his hands, sighed, thinking that he has taken care of a trouble, now he can leave with peace of mind?

But his eyes suddenly caught the money bag on the waist of the gold medalist, and his heart moved.

Since you are doing it with me, it is the enemy, and I will make it difficult for me to accept the money~

Merlin yanked off the gold medalist's purse, and looked at the two gold and several silver coins, and several copper coins.

"Tsk! Poor ghost..."

Merlin curled her lips, cheeky, she was scared, and even embarrassed to scold someone poor?!

He took out two gold coins, glanced at the restaurant owner, and suddenly scared the owner out of his mind.

Merlin looked at the money bag he had just grabbed, and couldn't help but hesitate.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! The hero is forgiving, and we have to make sense in a harmonious society..."

"I didn't have the quirk of killing innocent people." Merlin tilted his mouth and threw two gold coins to the counter reluctantly, "I will pay for the meal, and I am not allowed to offer me a reward~"

The restaurant owner looked at the back of Merlin leaving, then looked at the two dazzling gold coins on the counter, and couldn't help but ask.

"Wait... wait a minute! Your Excellency is the legendary..."

"Huh! Is it still recognized? She is so handsome that she can't be low-key anywhere..." Merlin stopped and shook her blond hair at the door, showing that Rejoice is so confident, "Yes, I It is the legendary first hall great demon..."

"Scottish food and drink, little white face!"

Merlin staggered, almost staggering on the ground, with incredible writing on his face.

He wanted to say that he was a well-known devil, but the restaurant owner took the nickname he didn't want to mention first.

Nima, why is the title of my little white face louder than the prestige of the devil?This is not scientific!

"You are the man in the legend who frequently cuckolded the noble lords in Scotland, wandering among the tens of thousands of flowers, no girl can control the wild horse!" The restaurant owner knew Merlin's old man quite clearly, "You this The guy finally couldn't hang around in Scotland, did he come to harm Wales!?"

Although Merlin knew that his reputation was not very good, everyone in Scotland was worried that his wife had a leg with him, and even formed a green hat resistance army, but it was still very shameful to be told about this kind of thing.

Merlin was annoyed that he didn't do anything, but simply chatting would be treated as a little white face. This is terrible!

By the way, Merlin’s reputation in the women’s pile is pretty good, and he is affectionately called "a close female friend in the middle of the night"

But Merlin didn't know this embarrassing name. If she knew it, she might not help but die of shame. She was just comforting the young lady, not a male publicist who enjoyed the pleasure of ladies!

Merlin's face was ugly, his head was full of black lines, he put his hand on the magic sword, and said coldly

"Shut up, fucking father."

"Dare to say one more thing, I can't help but draw a knife."

"My uncle is a lonely, arrogant, fierce, and incomparable wandering great swordsman!"