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Chapter 9: Change Is the Only Constant
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... ater.
In the afternoon.
Mountain Shaking Fist Academy, inner courtyard.
Crack!
Han Zhao held his saber with both hands and swung it from the top right. The wooden stake in front of him was cut diagonally from the top.
With a bang, the wood that had been cut off fell to the ground.
Han Zhao lowered his head and looked at his hands holding the saber. He felt the muscles in his arms swell and his hands heat up. The blood in his body surged and power s ...
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