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... ion was critical, and it was already too late for others to attempt a rescue. The young man reacted quickly, seeing the blade coming at him, he gritted his teeth, then sidestepped, causing the blade to slash directly into his shoulder.

The opponent’s blade was swift, embedding itself deeply into the shoulder. The squad member gritted his teeth and kicked the opponent in the chest.

That man, due to the pain, fell directly to the ground.

The opponent initially intended to p ...

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