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... llied burning mess around him. Even the other core formation expert has a look of horror on him.

A napalm mixture with the heat intensity of thermite and far stickier than most substances from earth.

Of course, there are some ingredients that have qi in them, that boost the effects slightly. Soaking his body in chemical and heat burns all the way to the bone. Not enough to kill him, but as he continues to try to rip off the napalm, he only serves to actually be tearing off skin, ...

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