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Chapter 93: The Challenge with Lingyin City’s representatives (Part-8)
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This time, there was no feint, no probing, no holding back. The air itself seemed to scream as he closed the distance in three heartbeats. At exactly three meters, his right leg snapped up like a whip cracking through the night.
"Flying Thunder Kick!"
The name tore from his throat in a guttural roar.
A high-grade Sky-rank martial art unleashed at full power.
The kick looked deceptively simple—straight, direct, no flourish—but the momentum it carried wa ...
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