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... ilometers of tents—soldier against soldier, general against general, king against king.
Jing Ruyi fought like a cornered beast, his crooked blade whirling. One expert after another collapsed, poisoned, only to be dragged upright by some unseen force and hurled back into the fray at his side.
High above, a smiling man, Peng Mi, watched the cat‑and‑mouse game with boyish delight.
“A fascinating weapon,” he called down. “No wonder Gong Lang forged it with his dying breath. S ...
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