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... he rank of Khan, far from collapsing or staggering from the blow I dealt, he looked at me with an air of confidence and said in a relaxed tone,
“Milk-smelling brat! Maybe because you slept warm within the walls, your punch is weak! I thought a fly just landed on me, pah.”
Seeing him spit out fragments of his teeth and blood, it seemed he had taken a significant hit.
After speaking, he spat the blood pooled in his mouth onto the ground, gave a distasteful smile, and approa ...
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