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... t instant, they could see the fear on the martial artist's face, the subtle trembling of the muscles.
They saw the blue, cold light on the blade, devoid of luster.
The slowness of time was nothing but an illusion; the sharp, fierce sound of the blade's cry soared to the sky. As the Blade Madman unleashed his blade technique, his Qi mechanism erupted, as if possessed, enveloping all the martial artists rushing onto the stage.
Wang Anfeng's mind gradually became one, as if ...
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