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... tupor before collapsing in front of the two battlemonks. “Who are these people? Why haven’t you thrown them out yet?”
“Junior martial brother, what’s the deal with that guy?” Ling Jun asked with a frown on his face.
“Sleeping Arhat Fists?” Bo Yong hesitated for a moment, “Of the Buddhist martial arts… that’s the only technique which comes to mind.”
However, the figure in the sedan laughed, “That’s not the Sleeping Arhat Fists, he’s just drunk.”
“Just…drunk?” Bo Yo ...
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