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... gnified, blond, nobleman.


A crystal ball the size of an adult's arm was placed in front of them, and the images of Jihad and Nozomu crossing blades were projected on it.


The two attack each other with unbelievable speed. Each time they swung their blades, the atmosphere screamed and the ground broke.


And then, Jihad's final blow was released.


Nozomu also pulled his katana out of the sheath held at his waist in a single motion.


In the next instant ...

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