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... ut like the sound of metal striking metal.
You could hear ding ding ding, a continuous clamor.
In the blink of an eye, over thirty moves had been exchanged.
Finally, Zhang Fang took a step back, and the cook also sheathed his blade with one hand, stepping back into the ranks of three.
Zhang Fang glanced at the cook, then looked down at his own palm, which was covered with white marks, some even tinged with blood.
He couldn’t help but coldly smile:
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