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... t slowly spreading, instinctively knowing how to control it. In this slightly spicy aroma, the muscular arms of the Liger Sisters thickened, and their veins throbbed.
"Haha, my strength is surging up."
Bonnie stomped her foot and charged at the attacking blade wielder like a battle chariot, while her sister dealt with another.
The blade wielder spun his curved saber dazzlingly, like the blinding sunlight reflecting off the desert; he was a master blade wielder of the sand ...
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