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... ly paid attention to the battle in front.

Having been worried that the Ghost Doctor would be defeated by those three Foundation leveled old men, looking at it now, he discovered that the three bodies of the three old men had already been wounded in many places by the Ghost Doctor's dagger, looking more and more wretched as the battle wore on. In stark contrast, there wasn't a single nick on the Ghost Doctor at all.

And it wasn't just him who noticed that. Even the entire crowd of peo ...

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