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... , stained with some rust, swung down sharply, the reasonably sharp blade slicing through the air, producing a piercing whistle.
Sweat flowed down his cheeks, splashing onto the meadow, turning into sparkling droplets.
The young man with short brown hair, eyes resolute, maintained the most standard posture despite his arms trembling slightly from exertion, relying on perseverance, swinging the longsword in his hand over and over again.
Xia Nan, sitting not far away by the ...
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