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... p> Zhan Qipei’s mind immediately tensed up, and his thin lips pressed into a tight, arcless line of ice.
At this critical moment, Qiao Jing didn’t retreat but advanced, moving so quickly she resembled an arrow released from its bow and appeared in front of the adversary with a swoosh, decisively kicking and sending the person to the ground.
Then, in a quick pounce, she raised her foot and stepped on the opponent’s chest, looking down with an expressionless cold voice, “The thing ...
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