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... what the dark-robed youth had just muttered.
An attack that should have instantly obliterated even peak-rank warriors had been so easily deflected, only drawing a bit of blood.
"This... I don’t understand," one youth muttered, finally finding his voice.
The young lord was a mage. If they were looking from a logical perspective, he ought to be dead. Yet he still stood stronger than ever.
"He has the physical resilience of a tanker. The strength of a warrior. The d ...
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