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... his body, forming wisps of smoke that gradually took shape around his feet.

With a sudden stomp on the ground, Chen Mo's figure shot forward, charging straight into the mercenary group that was closing in on him.

These men were merely at the seven- or eight-star Dou Zhe level—Chen Mo didn't even consider them a threat.

Clenching his five fingers into a fist, black and white energy surged rapidly before he swung his punch heavily toward the chest of the mercenary at the fo ...

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