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... st him a fraction of an inch from his robe.
The stick retracted and plunged toward him again, aimed at his chest. To his senses, the thrust might as well have been moving through molasses.
He infused qi in microbursts throughout his torso and twisted. Again, the attack missed by less than an inch.
His opponent withdrew the stick once more and lunged forward right at his face. That blow was even easier to dodge, not even requiring qi.
Yang Ru sank to the ground, hi ...
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