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Gragas stands at the entrance of the tree hollow, his hands clenched into fists, as if his body has regained its strength in the face of danger. His chest heaves, and with the burning rage, his eyes resemble flames. The cold wind blows, but for the current Gragas, the outside chill no longer matters.
In the surrounding woods, eerie footsteps still linger near the tree hollow. They belong to two assassins who seem to be observing Gragas closely, searching for the perfect moment to strike. Gragas senses their presence, and the raging fire of anger in his heart cannot be contained.
He shouted loudly, "Come on if you dare! Stop hiding over there!" His voice echoed across the quiet snow, as if challenging these ghostly assassins lurking in the chaos.
Gragas was ready for battle, his muscles tense, every fiber filled with determination. Facing these well-trained, now transformed Frosty Puppet assassins, he would not let them harm Darius again easily. His figure stood at the entrance of the tree hollow like an unyielding fortress, waiting for the enemy to appear.
The sound of footsteps abruptly stopped, and Gragas stared intently at the snow tracks on the ground. The intricate footprints made it difficult to discern recent movements. His breathing became faint, as if trying to blend into the surrounding silence to better capture any faint sounds.
In this tense atmosphere, every second seemed unusually long. Gragas's senses became particularly sharp in the quiet night. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he forced himself to remain calm, carefully listening to every sound of the wind and feeling every movement of the air.
Suddenly, he sensed an unusual presence to his left, as if something was lurking there. He widened his eyes and swiftly reacted, lowering his center of gravity to prepare for whatever was coming. Then, he forcefully scooped up a handful of snow and hurled it in that direction.
This action was not only an attack, but also a way to probe. In this tranquil snowfield, any disturbed snowflakes could reveal the enemy's position. Gragas kept his eyes sharp as a hawk, fully focused on that direction, ready to face the impending battle at any moment.
When the snowflake hit the air in front of him, a figure suddenly appeared in the scattered snowflakes, revealing the position of one of the assassins. Just as Gragas realized there was only one person, another fast-moving sound suddenly came from directly in front of him, instantly heightening his alertness.
His reaction was almost instinctive, raising his hands quickly without much thought, preparing to counter any potential attack. He knew that facing such invisible enemies, any hesitation could become a fatal weakness.
At the moment when Gragas was fully focused, a heavy fist suddenly struck violently against his sturdy arms. This punch brought not only tremendous force, but also a suffocating destructiveness. Gragas felt his arms violently shaking, as if his muscles and bones were being squeezed by this force.
This blow simultaneously broke the assassin's invisibility magic, exposing his true form in front of Gragas. The assassin, a killer from the court, was tightly wrapped in bandages, with only his eyes exposed. The coldness and murderous intent emanating from those eyes left Gragas with no doubt that he was facing a rigorously trained, cold-blooded killer.
Despite the intense pain in his body, Gragas's eyes sparkled with the determination to battle. He knew that now was the moment he had to give it his all, as any hesitation could lead to fatal consequences. He stared fiercely at the assassin in front of him, preparing for the next round of combat.
Facing the fierce onslaught of the assassin, Gragas displayed his astonishing combat skills and endurance. The assassin launched a relentless series of punches at Gragas like a storm, each punch carrying a fierce wind and aiming directly at Gragas's vital points. Their fists were like arrows seeking out weaknesses, repeatedly attempting to break through Gragas's defense.
However, Gragas was not shaken by such an attack. His arms were like indestructible shields, firmly guarding his body. When the assassin attempted to break through his defense with a fierce liver punch, Gragas seized the opportunity.
His movements were quick and precise, grabbing the assassin's left hand and pulling them in. Then, with his powerful right fist, Gragas fiercely struck the assassin's face. This punch was not only strong and swift, but also filled with Gragas's fighting passion. The assassin's face was instantly stained with blood, a gruesome scene demonstrating the immense power of this punch.
Gragas, although still in intense pain, laughed at this moment. His laughter was full of confidence and provocation, as if mocking the assassin's inability to cause substantial harm to him. He laughed and said to the assassin in a self-deprecating and provocative manner, "Could you possibly pierce my belly?"
This statement not only belittles the assassin's skills but also affirms his own indomitable fighting spirit. In this brutal battle, Gragas demonstrated the courage and strength of a true Frejlord Warrior through his actions and words.
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