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... Han Muye, as if he wanted to eat him.

Draw a million swords was his way of cultivation.

It was his belief.

Now someone was questioning his beliefs, that meant destroying his path.

The destruction of a person’s path was irreconcilable.

Han Muye looked at Lin Shen and said softly, “Instructor Lin, let me ask you, is there a difference between swinging your sword a thousand times and ten thousand times?”

“Yes,” Lin Shen said without hesitation. “Afte ...

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