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"I’ll go first."
A Nascent Soul stage martial cultivator unsheathed his sword, taking the initiative to strike.
Lin Qingluo, elegant and composed, spun her sword half a circle in her wrist, her body flashing, fast as lightning, aiming for the center of his forehead.
The tip of the sword gleamed brightly; in the blink of an eye, the fellow disciple was frightened, unable to change his move in time, and was sent flying by a palm strike.
"My turn."
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