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... As Jack Clark stood hands akimbo by the balcony, gazing down thoughtfully below.
The door to the room opened, and a sweat-drenched Justin Welan walked in, saying cheerfully, “Jack, you’ve finished your cultivation, huh? Too bad you weren’t at the training field just now.”
“Otherwise, you would have seen the dismal look on Marcus Lee’s face, hahahaha.”
Justin Welan was delighted, he couldn’t help it. He was hammered off the martial arts arena by more than a dozen strikes ...
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