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... General all at once.
Even a man of iron would be turned into a honeycomb in the face of such an onslaught.
But the instant the first spearpoint touched him, the Red General’s figure vanished.
There was neither a warning nor a blur of motion; he simply vanished.
Every stab and slash that followed struck nothing but air.
Right at the spot where he was, all that remained was a cicada shell no bigger than a pinky finger. A gust of wind caught it and sent it f ...
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