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... ere all from team China, and he was just a rookie, weak and without the conviction to become strong. It could be said that he was the weakest in team China, even weaker than Liu Yu. Seeing so many powerful people die, there was a feeling in his heart that he couldn’t describe. It was difficult to bear and a sense of powerlessness, and he rather he stayed unconscious and didn’t wake up.


“Don’t overthink it. Not many of those who enter the realm have any superpowers, special techniques ...

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