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... other hand and threw a sandbag.
The sandbag's speed and distance depended entirely on the player's skill. How could a pro player lack that? The sandbag was like a shadow as it shot towards Windward Formation.
Pu!
Hit!
Du Ming felt delighted. You arrogant bastard, I got rid of you in just three seconds. But before he could laugh, he looked closer and saw that Windward Formation hadn't been hit.
A small flying dragon had flown in front of Windward Formation who knew ...
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