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... muscles knotted, smeared with ointment, gripping a long black weapon overgrown with thorns.
An imitation of the Holy Thorns.
Small spikes pierced into Bai Pu’s palm, and threads of fresh blood flowed out.
Bai Pu steeled his resolve, swinging the Holy Thorns in a half-circle behind his back.
Smack, a blood mark appeared.
Amidst the intense pain, Bai Pu’s mind was a blank.
In this state, Bai Pu’s proficiency in combat skills and Specialty would incre ...
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