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... Death Points," Keith pointed at the Death Point that was on the forehead and the one on the back of the neck. "However, you need to be exceptionally skilled to get it done as quickly as possible. Damaging or destroying them requires a very refined control of your Aura, and your Aura also needs to be more potent than that of your opponent."

Rouxi, Feifei, Ayesha, Fiona, and Qingyue looked at the extremely detailed chart that Keith had drawn up on the board, with every possible Aura Node a ...

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