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... two clashed in the center of the arena, its blade was stopped about an inch from his skin.
The Chosen's fist on the other hand landed squarely on Nam's Jaw, directly ripping away his mouth mask and reposing the rotten face beneath. The cultivator stumbled backward but didn't seem to be affected any further.
“This was a warning. Don't you dare to hold back against me,” Bartholomew made it clear that he had held back on the punch, but the fight so far showed, that he decided to go all ...
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