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... d in the night, sparks burst into the air. His opponent was sent flying several meters backward.
By the time the masked man steadied himself, Xu Ming’s sword was already at his brow.
The masked man twisted his head, narrowly dodging the strike, and sent a palm strike toward Xu Ming.
Xu Ming met it with a punch. Fist and palm collided, and both were thrown backward.
Xu Ming narrowed his eyes, studying the man before him.
The ordinary iron-forged sword in hi ...
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