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... didn't argue. He didn't need to.
Standing atop the Golden-Winged Great Peng, he looked down upon the surging tide of beasts below before his eyes turned to the leader of the horde, the White King.
"You're not wrong," he said, his voice like a blade of reason cutting through the clamor. "In the new era, it's the law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest. Problems are solved not with words, but fists.
"Naturally, you were able to gather this beast tide and threaten ...
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