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... ocked by the war sword, but only a small part of it reached the mask.
The war general stepped back and counted, and his "color" changed greatly.
The opponent's battle sword withstood his nearly half-strength without breaking into slag.
On the other hand, a teenager in white robes is sitting on his warhorse.
The warhorse kept hissing, his forelimbs soared into the sky, and he wanted to throw the youth down.
"Hmm! It's just a beast, so dare to pretend to be with ...
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