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... his disciples’ warnings that his crotch was bleeding. He stood confidently by the riverbank, wringing out his sopping wet clothes. He then looked around at his disciples—some had made it to shore, some were still struggling in the river, their limbs bitten off and flesh torn away by the piranhas.
What are these good-for-nothings capable of, besides producing crap? By contrast, I, Mage Erzhen, am so formidable that I swam a lap in a river full of piranhas and not only remained uninjured ...
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