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... he hurricane, the martial monk neither retreated nor dodged, merely bowing his head slightly, calmly observing the surging offensive.
It wasn’t until the girl’s fist almost touched him that he suddenly raised his hand—the large palm, like the descending heavens, blocked the towering assault.
“——!!”
The next moment, the deafening roar reverberated, the ground beneath both men cracking inch by inch, the airwave sweeping in all directions, making the spectators on the stage ...
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