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... pan?”
“This is nothing short of a grave insult to a warrior! I…”.
The rest of the thought was abruptly cut off.
Because An Yan, holding the frying pan in her hand, made a few gestures in the air towards the ghoul flying toward her, and then, as if playing baseball, swung the pan fiercely as it charged at her.
Bang! A muffled sound.
The frying pan, refined by Xue An, was incredibly hard, and An Yan’s handling was skilled, hitting the ghoul directly on its ...
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