One time, two times, three times, four times…
No matter how many times the Nine-lives Werewolf was resurrected and no matter how much his power was amplified, each time, he was killed by Merlin's single blow. He could not withstand a second blow at all.
"Ah ah ah ah, b*stard. What kind of person are you? How are you so strong?"
After dying eight times, the Nine-lives Werewolf was left with just one life. Currently, his physical attributes had been increased to his strongest state – nine times greater than his initial self.
Ninefold of his physical attributes – this was the moment the Nine-lives Werewolf was the strongest. However, now, the Nine-lives Werewolf who had always been so confident was scared as if the fearsome creature before him was the true freak. How could his physical attributes be so formidable? It was to a point where it was inconceivable.
