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... xtremely frequent, fast and unimaginable.

In the face of a zombie in the realm of development, there is no pressure at all, and the fists are smashing, almost pouring his fists and legs at a second speed.

Compared with other martial arts with slow attack speed, the attack speed of "Shadowless Leg" is almost twice that of other martial arts. As long as the attack is effective, the speed of learning the level is twice that of other martial arts.

Just for a long time, happy to ...

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