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... staff reduced to the size of a simple club. He turned quickly, but Wukong struck him squarely in the chest, sending Qing Long tumbling several meters away.
"You’re doing your best, huh? But you’re slow. Even with your lineage, is this the most powerful of the younger generation? What a joke!"
Qing Long spat blood. But he didn’t let anger consume him.
He analyzed.
Wukong was fast. Very fast. But he followed a rhythm. A natural arrogance drove him to play with his ...
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