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... s suave face was already ruined from being smashed into the table, and there were wooden splinters embedded in his face. His sharp nose bridge, that was once a source of pride, had collapsed downward, and his reddened eyes reflected his berserk state.
Baffling baboons! I have already smashed his head into the table, and he’s still able to climb back up?
Roel had underestimated the resilience of an Origin Level 6 transcendent. He didn’t think that Bron would be able to recover so qu ...
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