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"Phew." Phillip unsummoned his sword anima, the prismatic crystal blade vanishing into thin air, and got off the platform. Behind him, his opponent bled from several cuts but none life-threatening and knelt hazily on the platform. The proctor quickly took the opponent away to receive healing, followed by Phillip's sighing.
"The son of Raeven is distraught over his victory? I wonder why?" A woman with chestnut hair and green eyes strode over with a hand covering her light chuckle, ap ...
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