"I almost died!"

Half an hour later…

The once clean and orderly interior of the house was changed into something else. Everywhere was a mess. It was so messy that you couldn't go two steps without stepping on something. 

Amid the chaos, Axel and Eric sat far away from each other but they were still glaring at themselves. They were wounded and battered but looked like they were ready to go another round. 

Every part of their bodies was covered in bruises but they had no expression of pain or discomfort. 

Away from all the mess, the old man stood quietly leaning against the wall. He was picking his nails and sighing every two seconds. Like he planned initially, he didn't interfere and let them fight to their hearts' content. Luckily, their hearts became content before they could bring down the building.

He glanced at the two of them with his lazy eyes and when he saw that they were still both covered in bruises, he raised an eyebrow, "Why are you not healing yet?"