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... ‘Whack!’
In Marang City, near the eastern suburbs, in the abandoned track of the Wuyang Martial Academy Arts, Qin Yu was wearing a black windbreaker and was in Godfather mode.
He held a thin black whip in his hand, and every time he brandished it, there would be the sound of flesh cracking!
He waved the sturdy black whip expressionlessly. In front of him was Zhao Fanggang, who was practicing a fighting technique.
Because Mr. Zhao’s foundation was average, he need ...
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