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... mbat, the black-clad guards and the mysterious warriors with cloth-bound heads. He knew this wasn't just a physical clash anymore. It had become a battle between two unyielding wills, and if left unchecked, blood would soon stain the floor.
"Stop!" Alaric suddenly shouted, his voice booming and echoing off the walls.
But no one stopped. Bamboo struck again. A guard's punch landed. Shouts of rage and pain filled the room.
Alaric's frustration surged. He stepped forward, we ...
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