Although this assault from behind did not cause substantial damage.

However, due to the raid just now, the magic condensed in the palm of Rektaran Ramiel's right hand had completely dissipated, and the magic enchantment in front of him had also become invalid.

Harold didn't give Rektaran Lamir time to stabilize his body, he took two steps forward, his left hand like an eagle's claw, and he grabbed Rektaran Lamir's right shoulder fiercely, and pulled back suddenly.

Harold's right foot kicked out at the same time, hooking Rektaran Ramiel's ankle and disrupting his balance.

In such a zero-distance battle, the tall and thin Rektaran Ramil was like a "green onion" that was forcibly erected under Harold's strange power, and when it was blown by the wind, he had no ability to resist at all, and immediately fell.

Rektaran Lamir fell to the snow, and then Harold's right hand grabbed Rektaran Lamire's right wrist like a pincer, clasped his arm behind his back, and then rolled over and pressed against Rektaran's back with his knee.

Harold's flurry of moves caught Rektaran off guard, and then his knees pressed hard against his back and spine.

Such a posture made Rektaran Ramiel's waist and legs unable to exert strength at all, and his chest and abdomen were tightly pressed on the ground. He was shocked to realize that once this state continued, he would slowly suffocate until he fainted, or even died.

"Hurry up, hurry up. Magic!! Rektaran Ramiel's heart was restless, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Rektaran Lamir felt the hand that had just clasped his shoulder loose, and he could even feel the muscles of the man behind him already starting to exert force.

Lyktaran Ramiel, who was lying on the ground with his face on his side, couldn't see what was behind him, but he could already feel the fierce punch wind pressing down on his temple.

Before the fist arrives, the wind arrives first.

In the face of such a fist, Rektaran Ramil even imagined for a moment that his skull was shattered by such a fist, until the scene where this punch shattered his brain tissue.

Then, the person who was in control of his life in this moment did not seem to mean to kill himself.

The punch swept past the tip of Rektaran Ramiel's nose, and the air that rolled up from the fist shaved his face painfully.

Then, the punch slammed into the snow, sending up countless snow foams and ice slag, stung Rektaran Ramier's eyes, forcing him to close them.

A moment before he closed his eyes, Rektaran Ramil even watched as the soft snow cracked open a few crevices like the surface of the ice, and a chill and a sense of fear that he had never felt before came to his heart.

"This person is so terrifying, whoever wants to confront him head-on is mentally retarded!"

The punch had just been dropped, and Rektaran's mana was ready. Before he could open his eyelids, he instinctively cast his magic.

"Shackles of the Stars, Seal!" He estimated Harold's approximate location, and the sealing magic of the starry sky system had been activated in Harold's direction.

Using the magic ring to use this sealing magic, Rektaran Ramil felt the body of the person behind him stiffen, and the effect of the magic had begun to kick in, which had already limited Harold Vasa's movement to a certain extent.

Rektaran Ramil felt that he was lucky, Harold Vasa did not have a deep study of magic, and the ring he had been using as a hole card was also a priceless treasure-level treasure, and with the advantage of a layer of information, he barely let Harold Vasa be tricked.

But can it be tight?

However, Ryktaran did not dare to slack off, and he immediately used all the magic he had left.

"Chain of Stars, Bind!"

For a long time, maybe just a few seconds.

"Whew..... Whew! ”

Rektaran Ramil felt the oppression behind him relax a little, and he exhaled a deep cloudy breath.

Rektaran Ramiel opened his eyes, and he saw that the hand that looked slender and white and could actually cut flesh and bones was frozen in the air, motionless, as if frozen in space.

"Won. Ha, not counting the victory of victory. Just a moment when he swung his fist, I had already lost. ”