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"Am I seriously this annoying to deal with in a fight?!" Zhen Xing shouted indignantly as his attacks were matched blow for blow.

"Kind of!" Zhen Tai agreed as he punched his clone in the face, only to get cross jabbed in the process. "Ouch! Good to know even my copy can throw an ice cold punch!"

When Zhen Xing and Zhen Tai agreed to go on this trek to the Dozing Salamander continent, they weren’t entirely on-board with the idea.

They knew damn well that amongst ...

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