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... e pale as paper, with beads of sweat as large as beans rolling down from his forehead.
He lowered his head to glance at the still burning wound on his chest, then looked at the panicked disciples around him, and the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano.
He gritted his teeth and roared, "You little bastard, if you have the guts, come out! What kind of skill is hiding? Be a man and confront me head-on!"
His voice was hoarse and weak, yet filled with unwillingness and a ...
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