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Chapter 409 - 203: A Fluke (Seeking Monthly Votes)_2
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... pping back to his senses, staring fearfully at the unfamiliar young swordsman before him. His hands, hidden in his sleeves, were tightly clenched into fists, his knuckles aching, yet his mental defenses were still on the verge of collapsing.
What subdued him was not the long, narrow saber hanging around his neck.
It was the terrifying pressure that roared like a tsunami!
In front of this overwhelming force, he felt as insignificant as an ant crawling beneath a towering mo ...
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