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... > Perhaps it was the intuition of a swordsman—Hisuian Samurott was utterly convinced that the opponent before it was a master of the blade. A worthy rival.
“Rrr…”
Letting out an eager challenge, Hisuian Samurott’s gaze burned as it stared down Ceruledge.
Yet Ceruledge merely gave it a passing glance, saying nothing. The aura that had been slightly disturbed from its earlier clash with Serperior had already calmed again.
Idiot.
Even though Ceruledge didn’t ...
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