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... d his stance, steadying the striking pole, his expression grave.
Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly, hearing the last grains of sand in the hourglass about to run out.
He took a deep breath and abruptly twisted his waist and legs, initiating the move of Sword Stabbing Fist, pushing the striking pole forward with a relentless thrust straight towards the Chen Bell.
A clear and resonant bell sound echoed through the mountains.
Then, the second sound rang out.
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