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... p> Ren Zhong sat down heavily on the ground, hugging the spare storage box borrowed from Chen Han, panting heavily.
Beside him, the Alloy Battle Blade lay idly on the ground.
His face alternated between red and white, not from exhaustion, but from anger.
It was now 5:32 in the morning.
The blue sun had yet to rise above the horizon, but a faint glow was visible in the sky.
Dawn was breaking.
Having toiled all night like an ant, Ren Zhong had just f ...
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