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Fighting
"Little bastard, tell me, what kind of demonic technique did you use today that caused my daughter to be in such a miserable state?"
Qian Tong bellowed, his chest rising and falling violently, like an active volcano about to erupt.
"Demonic art?" Wu Chen disdainfully said: "Do we st
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