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... at this age, then no matter how hard he works, his future achievements will be limited. However, in the summer, his father has never taught him martial arts, but he has cultivated his physical instinct to adapt to martial arts.

The transformation of his body before the necklace made a huge change in his constitution.

The power in his body is like a huge treasure house, but he did not move the enormous force in his body, which caused him to encounter quicksand without any resistanc ...

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