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Chapter 117: Martial Spellcraft
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... ured gasps as the last remnants of adrenaline drained from his body.
His uniform clung to his damp skin, a testament to the relentless sparring session under Zen's ever-watchful eye.
His muscles ached, his arms felt leaden, and even the refreshing afternoon breeze felt like a cruel taunt against his exhaustion.
"Look at you," Mio teased, crossing her arms with a smirk. "You look like you're about to pass out."
Nero groaned, rolling his shoulders with a wince. "You ...
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