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... he issue wasn't Qi.

The issue was the weapon in her hand. Already having given it her all, with her mind and body, she knew it; she was at a loss, and it was only a matter of time, before she would either have to age to death or get cut up by Impress.

It was hard for her to think this way, hard for her to admit it, which was why she continued to fight on.

Eventually, she had backed herself away, almost into a corner. She then used Ricar's item quickly to change the terrai ...

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