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... n the turmoil of power, the flashing blade light seemingly pours like the flowing spring rain, the blade enters the wood, following the line of the grain, tearing open the rings, a twist, a silky spin, scattering flakes of sawdust!
Li Che stood quietly, his dark hair flying, the surrounding space impacted by his Qi-blood and divinity, like hidden surging waves.
Yet the wood placed on the stand remained intact, unaffected.
The blade rises, the blade falls, the blade moves, ...
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