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"Ugh..."

Count Gregory clutched his neck tightly, stumbling backward as tears streamed down his cheeks, lined with pain.

Before he could react further, the whistling wind stirred up by Siegler was already surging in front of him. He felt his legs go numb as Siegler's heavy kick landed on his knees, forcing him to kneel on the ground as if the world was spinning around him.

In an instant, the rush of air and the roar of explosion attacked, and Siegler's bow step charge punch followed by a flanking chop made stars appear before Count Gregory's eyes. He could no longer hear the chaos of the blizzard, on the verge of fainting.

Even without the sun, it was a struggle to open his eyes.

Strange beams of light interwove into a net that left him no escape.

Each snowflake on the snowfield shone brightly, illuminated by an out-of-place radiance, turning the entire snowy ground into a fantasy world paved with countless diamonds.