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... ian Zang could bring down his attack, he slowly lowered his head to look at his abdomen, where Ye Qiu’s fist was firmly pressed against it.
Qian Zang could not afford to keep his grasp on Ye Qiu, his hand desperately clutching at the freely flowing blood from his abdomen, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Ye Qiu’s strike had nearly destroyed his dantian.
Ah!
Qian Zang bellowed in agony, the punch had been too fierce, dissipating all of Qian Zang’s strength since he ...
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