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... ng Chuan’s arms crossed over his chest, his trapezius muscles bulging like an erupting volcano, his skin visibly inflating.
In an instant, the armor technique went full throttle!
"Cover me!"
A gust of wind swept past, and the distance of a hundred meters vanished in a flash, as everyone behind him stared wide-eyed at Meng Chuan’s valiant performance.
"Old Wu, Xiaowang, fire support!"
Xu Qi didn’t have hard skills to protect his body, but as an Eight Gate M ...
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