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... claim credit, but within a single move, most were cut down.
Several rolled down the slope, and a few struggled in their final moments.
Feng Dingchu’s wrist turned, disregarding the broadsword that had slashed his shoulder, as he thrust his sword forward.
The one who had wounded him, along with several others, tumbled down together.
Blood soaked the ground.
He held a long sword, his eyes reflecting the dense crowd of over a thousand people on the cliff path ...
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