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... hrough the air, making a whistling noise as they tore through the air.
At the realm of Eleven Acupoints, combined with the Small Success of the Flying Eagle Claw, its power was intimidating.
Lin Chen’s figure retreated, avoiding Wu Ming’s descending claws, but the wind from Wu Ming’s claws still tore his clothes.
"Won’t you face me head-on? Where’s your Perfection-level Clear Wind Palm?"
Seeing Lin Chen choose to retreat, Wu Ming sneered repeatedly and advanced on ...
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