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... ssly. That was his vain attempt at trying to convince both himself and Virus that he had not been afraid.


"But before we get there," In the meantime, turning toward the other disciple in the corner, he signaled him to attack Virus, "let me explain to you why you're going to turn into a cripple today. Go, beat the crap out of him… at the bare minimum, I want two of his limbs gone."


In the meantime, having received his orders, without delay, the other disciple charged at Vi ...

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