Returning From Level 900 - Chapter 16

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“Dead?”

A young man with a deep scar on his forehead stopped training on the Tiansheng Group’s private training ground. “Fifteen people, but they can’t beat a student?” he said, taking the clean white towel handed to him to wipe his sweat.

The person who handed the towel bowed his head humbly. “Yes, Young Master. They only heard a muffled sound. Before the opposing party could make a move, they were thrown into the wall. The other party asked who sent them, but thei ...