"Aren't you being a bit too rough?"
Sigrid tilted her head and looked at Lanci, asking him.
It was as if the skill was executed incorrectly.
"Just showing some tolerance."
Lanci replied.
He was delighted to see Lausang, not wanting to hit too hard.
"You two... are you looking down on me?"
Asksan's facial muscles visibly twitched, and a flash of shock and anger flickered in his previously cold and ruthless eyes.
As a renowned Sealing Master, he had never encountered this kind of sealing magic.
What puzzled him more was the sudden emergence of such an exceptionally gifted Sealer.
Before Asksan could finish speaking, the look in Sigrid's eyes had undergone a drastic change.
Those casual violet eyes were instantly covered in frost-like murderous intent, brimming with unwavering resolve and ferocity.
One moment she was trapped mid-air unable to move; the next, Sigrid transformed into a storm, driving her fist fiercely into Asksan's body.
