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... un in a circle, and he punched Anya in the face with his mighty fist. As she slammed into the wall again, her body flopped down as blood oozed from her nose and stained the broken wall.

"Silly little bitch! Did you think a mere human pretending to be a dwarf could kill me? Get on my level, you fat, filthy sperm chamberpot! Should I snap your neck to awaken our king? Hahaha!"

Meanwhile, after his punch, the demon snapped back and shot his left leg into the air, smashing into Zell ...

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