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... respond at all, not to react. Although his attacks with Vivian and Izaks were very sudden, they were not so fast that they could ignore the distance, at least Izak. The big fireball was delayed by less than one-tenth of a second before it was on the opponent. In this time difference, even if the three guards couldn’t get rid of the flash or counterattack, at least a little bit of action would be right.

However, in fact, Hao Ren felt that he was hitting a fixed target until the attack fel ...

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