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... p> "To die under this punch is your honor, even in death, you should be satisfied." Qin Jiuhuang stood there, his face slightly pale, staring at Su Chen, murmuring to himself, with a tone imbued with an ephemeral, ancient flavor.
"Punch, not bad." In the same second, Su Chen’s expression became a bit more solemn. To be honest, Qin Jiuhuang’s punch gave him a bit of pressure.
However.
It was just a bit of pressure.
Silently, Su Chen had already pushed the Three Pow ...
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