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... ogant, we must strike hard!

  The goddess Yuhika was still watching, and Asma didn't want to be too cowardly, and while being on guard in her heart, she slammed a heavy punch into Uchiha's cheek.

The    fist roared past, with a faint gust of fist wind, it can be seen that Asma's fist is full of strength, and he has used chakra.

  Taiju does not need to consume chakra to attack the enemy, but using chakra when attacking can make the body highly active and gain more powerful s ...

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