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... t, Guan Lun could no longer see clearly. He could only vaguely make out a figure, and knowing something was amiss, he immediately shouted loudly.
Zhao Ya couldn’t be bothered to waste words with him. In a flash, he dashed forward and struck his neck with the back of his blade.
There was no blood.
Because Zhao Ya used the back of the knife.
Yet the force was strong enough, so Guan Lun didn’t even groan before collapsing into unconsciousness.
As he fell, Fu ...
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