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... ere are people cheering all the time.
No one cared about the dead. On the ring of the killing arena, scarlet blood flowed on the ground, along the gullies, and silently flowed into an unknown darkness.
After another brutal and **** fight.
On the gladiatorial arena, there was only one middle-aged man with sloppy clothes and a slovenly appearance, holding the Clear Sky Hammer. Under his feet, there was a warm corpse that had not completely cooled down.
This middl ...
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