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... lightning-fast reflexes. At the same time, he spread his wings in midair and shot sharp feathers forward like a torrential downpour!
"Pffft——!!!"
Amid the storm-like clash of acid and feathers, one could vaguely glimpse the scene on the far right side of the battlefield.
The telekinetic nun was facing the "Mudman" from the opposing team, a middle-aged man with wrinkly skin and squinty eyes, clad in a dirt-yellow battle suit.
The Mudman, charging forward, bent his ...
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