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... two collided, without any order, leaving no trace of martial arts, only a pure desire for combat and slaughter.
You stab me once, I stab you once.
Extremely pure.
Thirty seconds later, Chen Mang, covered in wounds, pulled his blood-soaked finger out of Biaozi’s eye socket. Staggering to his feet, he managed a pained smile.
"No good."
Soon after.
A white light flashed, and all of Chen Mang’s injuries healed as he vanished from the arena, reappearin ...
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