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... like an eagle swooping down, charging straight at Lin Beichen: "Die!"
Accompanied by a furious roar, John's right fist, as large as a cooking pot, cut through the air, accompanied by deafening sonic booms, smashing fiercely toward Lin Beichen's forehead.
Where the fist traveled, a gale whipped up, blowing the surrounding decorations into disarray. Not far away, a plaque hanging on the wall crashed to the ground under the force of the punch.
Powerful!
Incredibly po ...
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