Again and again, Malcolm Merlyn gradually became numb.
He tried many times. As long as he wanted to escape, no matter how fast his movements were or how realistic his feints were before, as soon as he jumped off the roof, he would immediately be shamefully fixed in the air by a mysterious force.
Then, like throwing trash, he would be thrown back onto the roof, and the scattered arrows would even be thoughtfully put back into his quiver.
He had thought about being passive, but every time he thought that way, his body would inexplicably become heavy as a thousand pounds, making him unable to properly parry and dodge the opponent's attacks. Although the opponent didn't strike hard, it still injured him quite a bit.
More importantly, being beaten like this, he had no face!
He admitted that this woman's fighting skills were indeed many and very powerful, and she improved very quickly, but that didn't prevent her from being a rookie who only knew theory.
Who is he?
Malcolm Merlyn!
He endured so much pain and suffered so much hardship, finally learning a set of skills from the League of Assassins and becoming the head of the underground alliance in Starling City.
With just a word from him, Starling City would tremble. It's not an exaggeration to say he was the underground emperor, but now he was being mocked and used as a sparring partner for a rookie like a puppet. This kind of humiliation was unacceptable to any proud person!
A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!
Malcolm Merlyn simply gave up. You want me to be a sparring partner? I'm not doing it. If You have the ability, kill me!
Samuel's goal was to use him as a sparring partner for her. In that case, he shouldn't get angry and kill him directly, right?
Samuel had not shown up, but Malcolm Merlyn had no doubt that he could easily kill him.
Malcolm Merlyn thought it through well. By dying to show his resolve, he would force Samuel to appear or end this humiliating sparring session.
But he underestimated Samuel's methods.
You don't want to fight?
It doesn't matter. I can control You to fight. This way, the effect is better than You fighting yourself!
I'm just borrowing your body and abilities. Whether You want to or not is not important at all.
True tool!
Finally, out of desperation, Malcolm Merlyn chose to lie flat.
You do whatever You want, I give up.
Destroy it, quickly, I'm tired.
Time flowed like water, trickling by. In a daze, Malcolm Merlyn suddenly felt the originally dim sky faintly light up.
The sky was bright!
Malcolm Merlyn blinked. The woman's figure was no longer on the roof.
It's over?
It's finally over!!!
Malcolm Merlyn almost couldn't help but cry tears of joy and cheer. He dragged his tired and aching body slowly, slowly towards the edge of the roof, and tentatively jumped down like a startled bird.
"Bang."
He landed. He was finally—freed!
Malcolm Merlyn subconsciously glanced at the Void Bookstore. Although the doors and windows were tightly shut, he felt as if he saw a person inside the bookstore nodding to him, as if welcoming his next visit.
He inexplicably shivered and turned around warily, leaving in a hurry.
After returning home, he remained tight-lipped about both his son Tommy's questions and Moira Queen's phone calls, not mentioning a single word.
Until he figured out Samuel's identity and strength, and until he had absolute certainty, he would not provoke Samuel again.
As for the woman he had fought with all night, he already had a vague guess.
Nine times out of ten, it should be the employee of that bookstore, the older sister of the woman named Sara who boarded the ship with Samuel and was said to have been sent to the League of Assassins, Detective Quentin Lance's eldest daughter—Laurel Lance!
But what could he do even if he knew her identity?
Her progress was so rapid that, in terms of strength alone, she had already surpassed him. Moreover, she had a set of powerful equipment, and he couldn't do anything to her.
Deal with her Father, Quentin Lance? That would be easy, but could he bear the retaliation from her and Samuel afterwards?
So, he endured it and accepted it!
That night, Malcolm Merlyn, who had already fallen asleep, suddenly woke up. His body uncontrollably put on his uniform, put on his equipment, and once again came to the roof of the bookstore.
On the roof, the fully armed Laurel Lance had already taken her stance and was waiting!
"Bastard!"
"Samuel, You are a bastard!"
Malcolm Merlyn was so angry that he cursed. I'm not coming to provoke You anymore, but You still won't let me go!
You, You are not a person!
Enduring for a moment, the more I think about it, the angrier I get: taking a step back, You are getting worse!
Malcolm Merlyn roared angrily, turned around—and jumped off the roof.
"Bang!"
A few seconds later, he was thrown back.
"I knew this would happen!" Malcolm Merlyn cursed fiercely and could only honestly act as a sparring partner.
Another sleepless night.
Just like yesterday, when dawn broke, Laurel Lance left, and Malcolm Merlyn silently jumped off the roof and went home.
Then, night fell—
The sparring session arrived as scheduled!
Malcolm Merlyn was numb. He was truly numb.
He was not in control of himself, what could he do!
In the blink of an eye, a month passed.
At night, Malcolm Merlyn very consciously and voluntarily came to the roof. However, this time, the person waiting for him on the roof was not Laurel Lance, but a very young Asian man.
"Samuel!"
...
Malcolm Merlyn's expression became serious. He didn't know what Samuel's purpose was for suddenly appearing today.
Did he no longer need him as a sparring partner?
This was possible. Laurel Lance's progress was too fast. Although he didn't want to admit it, he seemed to no longer be qualified to be her sparring partner.
"I have no value anymore. You, are You finally going to kill me?" Malcolm Merlyn spoke faintly.
Samuel was surprised. Leaving aside the fact that You had worked hard this month even if You didn't have any achievements, just the fact that You are Thea Queen's biological Father, I wouldn't casually kill You!
Anyway, you didn't really provoke me, and you've behaved well during this time. Your life and death will be decided by the arch-nemesis you created with your own hands.
Samuel waved his hand, and a tube of blue serum fell onto Malcolm Merlyn.
Malcolm Merlyn held the serum, stunned, and asked, "What does this mean?"
"A reward for you!" Samuel said indifferently.
Malcolm Merlyn's heart stirred, and he quickly asked, "What is this?"
"Super Soldier Serum, it can comprehensively enhance your physical fitness and strengthen your power."
"Your power is too weak!"
Malcolm Merlyn: "..."
Thank you very much!
Is my power weak?
It's Laurel Lance's power that's too strong, no, it's You who are too strong, to be able to train an ordinary person into a martial arts master in just over a month!
"Pfft!"
Complaining is one thing, but Malcolm Merlyn was very decisive and directly injected the Super Soldier Serum!
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