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- As Oscar gathered his mana to finish off the spearman—
- “...!”
- Every hair on his body stood on end.
- His instincts, honed from countless battlefields and near-death encounters, screamed a warning.
- You are in danger.
- Wind Shield!
- Reacting reflexively, Oscar stepped back and summoned three Wind Shields.
- That movement ended up saving his life.
- A bullet whizzed in from behind the spearman, piercing all three shields and grazing Oscar’s cheek.
- Watching the blood trickle down Oscar's cheek, Jack shrugged.
- "Too bad. If you’d let your guard down just a bit more, you’d have been dead for sure."
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