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... o slight momentum.
Even he didn't even look at the opponent who was forced to come. The line of sight was firmly fixed on the figure under the test stand, which was wrapped tightly in the black cloak, as if thinking about other What is not related to the duel.
"Budget! Distraction, even despise me? Let's die!"
Pranjic screamed, and the shape of the slowly approaching form suddenly flashed. Between the lines of the streamer, the epee in the hand rolled up the momentum of the ...
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