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... neither speaking, but their looks toward each other were far from friendly.
An Qing’s hand slowly caressed the great sword, an apparently unintended move that set off Cui Tianxiao’s sensitive nerves.
"The one named An, if you want to fight, step forward openly! If the match didn’t satisfy you, I’ll spar with you a few more moves!"
"Fight, then fight, who’s afraid of you!"
"Bring it on!"
"Do it!"
On the surface, neither backed down, but inside, bot ...
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