At this moment, the sky was still blue, with white clouds drifting across it. Everything was peaceful.
Yet there were two uninvited guests upon the sea.
Merlin wore a long robe that was almost entirely black. His face was covered in corpse-like wrinkles. He lay floating on the surface of the sea without sinking, while his wooden staff floated about three meters away from him.
His eyes were cloudy, and he seemed somewhat unable to believe what had happened.
An Yang, by contrast, remained tranquil. He was quite satisfied with the power of the fusion system and his new spells.
Merlin's displayed combat power was actually quite ordinary, roughly at the peak of a Fifth-order Scholar. However, among those at this level, he should rank near the bottom. His foundation seemed rather unstable. As expected, once he truly unleashed the power of the fusion system, he could erupt with combat strength beyond his level. He should no longer need to fear ordinary early-stage Tier 6 Scholars.
At last, Merlin opened his mouth and spoke in a hoarse, feeble voice that hardly sounded human. "Where exactly did you come from? I've seen people like you who call themselves Scholars. Your energy is occupied by far too many useless theories. When it comes to martial force, you're far weaker than Spellcasters of the same level."
"There are many categories of Scholars, with enormous differences between their fields. Some excel at martial force, while others don't. As it happens, combat is the field I'm most proficient in. Besides, I already told you that I spent two months setting everything up here, ultimately creating this carefully designed trap for you. What you're saying... are you doubting the abilities of a technical geek?"
"Then you must be the most combat-capable Scholar I've ever seen." Merlin