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... - Part 3
Ping'an froze. The fire in his eyes crystallized into murderous ice.
No more words. He sheathed his sword, fixed his gaze, and drew again.
This time the draw birthed countless Ping'an. It was as if every millisecond of the young man’s motion was captured by an impossibly fast shutter and frozen in its own slice of spacetime, each copy rushing forward in a seamless, lethal procession...
Whoever faced this skill had to survive not one strike, but the combined ...
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