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... red down like rain. Zhang Beixing stood enveloped in the mist, his face obscured. Only a vague outline of his figure could be discerned. Blood on his skin mingled with sweat, trickling down to the ground and splattering into beautiful crimson droplets. Wounds were faintly visible; though they looked ferocious, none were serious—merely superficial injuries.
He performed a closing movement, regulating his breath to recover his state.
After several deep breaths, Zhang Beixing’s hear ...
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