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... stabilize his legs.
He had fought many—students, rebels, deserters, even Academy elites in spars—but none had left him feeling like this. Not from pain alone, but from the weight of sheer bewilderment.
He blinked at Wesley, who still stood silently with the mop in hand, the anger in his eyes smoldering but not extinguished.
The knight had to admit—he hadn’t just underestimated the kid. He had misjudged something deeper.
What kind of training did this kid undergo. ...
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