"You lost," Merlin said with a faint smile.
Catrine froze for a few seconds before letting out a long sigh.
"I… lost."
Merlin withdrew his fist, then reached out his left hand.
Catrine took it, and Merlin pulled her to her feet.
"Are you okay? You're not hurt, right?" Merlin asked, examining her from head to toe.
He had held back his strength, but who knew if Catrine had been injured without realizing it?
"I'm fine. Don't worry." Catrine shook her head. She looked at Merlin with admiration and said, "But, Brother, you're too strong. I'm starting to doubt your power is really only at the Fourth Spirit Core level."
Catrine herself was at the Fourth Spirit Core level. By all logic, it should have been impossible for her to be defeated so decisively.
But reality proved otherwise. She had been overwhelmed by Merlin without even managing to land a single hit.
"You're flattering me." Merlin simply smiled and waved his right hand.
