The sunset glow fell on the grass, surrounded by lush ancient trees. The thick trunks stood like the guardians of time, silently witnessing the changes of the world.

Merlin'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 time to react.

Honestly speaking.

Ian really did not expect Merlin to suddenly attack. By the time he noticed Merlin's attack, the fist was already right in front of him, and he couldn't react in time.

Only to see.

Accompanied by the ripples on Ian's tender cheek, half of his face instantly caved in. This heavy punch seemed to gather all the strength from Merlin's body.

"Hiss~"

Truth be told.

Forget this lifetime, even going back to his previous life before his time-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, Merlin 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.

Merlin's fist was also somewhat injured. Obviously, it wasn't as bad as Ian's face, but Ian shook his head vigorously, glaring angrily at Merlin.

Without even asking about what childhood trauma meant, Ian, full of youthful vigor, couldn't tolerate this sudden attack. He rolled up his sleeves and immediately charged at Merlin.

"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 Merlin. Each punch whooshed with wind, incredibly fast, leaving a series of blurry fist shadows.

"What the heck!"

Merlin 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 Merlin aghast—his crotch—just as the saying goes, "The young fear no punch, the old fear no rod!"

If it comes 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 Merlin what terror meant.

The sound of "bang bang bang" rang out repeatedly as Merlin staggered backward, crying out in pain as both of his kidneys took heavy hits.

"Stop! Stop! Time out! Time out!" Merlin 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 timeout was out of the question.

Ian, like a mighty hero possessed, delivered two more powerful punches straight into Merlin's crotch. Standing at less than one meter six, he evaded Merlin'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 Merlin 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 mess is this!"

The young Dumbledore family member slightly shivered. The Phoenix seemed startled by the sudden turmoil, its feathers slightly puffed, emitting a series of anxious cries. Meanwhile, not far off, Ian was still chasing and pummeling Merlin. 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!"

Merlin 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!"

Merlin disregarded his dignity and ran for it. For some of Ian's magic potions from the future, even Merlin couldn't decipher their effects in a short time. Having previously suffered from the psychological trauma of "shit hitting the fan," Merlin dared not gamble on what "magic" Ian had applied to his fists.

He ran.

He chased.

He was clearly struggling to escape.