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... taking him as a disciple." A big and burly looking man said. He was one of the few middle aged looking men among the elders.
There was only one woman though, so I knew that she was the anamoly.
"Then we shall proceed to the next match. The number twos, enter the ring." the deacon said.
The two men who just fought looked to the ground with disappointment. Ofcourse they wanted to become a personal disciple of a master. It would give them more resources, and would guarantee ...
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