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... had no idea of the horrifying thing they were about to witness.
Uncle Acok stood firm, executing powerful combat moves—punches and kicks delivered with strength and precision. The muscles in his arms tensed with every strike, his breathing was steady yet forceful, and beads of sweat began to form along his temples. His troops followed with discipline, their bodies moving in unison like rows of war machines, guided by Uncle Acok’s sharp shouts, like a ruthless instructor scolding his stu ...
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