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... claim a flawless slap-in-the-face victory.

Winner or loser was never decided by words alone, but the truth stood plainly before everyone’s eyes. Reesa had advanced to the second round. That alone made her far stronger than Drusilla, who had fallen by her hand and now lay unconscious.

Ophelia’s expression was dark with frustration. Her sister had already fainted, and even after taking recovery potions, there was still no sign of her waking up. Now Reesa’s words were like salt rubb ...

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