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... can’t retreat. Or it’ll be equal to retreating from the match. It’s a one-way trip.”

“You must fight well. The highest death rate created by former people in the second level of the Hidden Dragon Duel is eighty-five percent. Hope you can reach a higher record.”

“Words are the same. You only need to kill. Someone else will bury the bodies.”

Each of the Taoists kept nagging while going through the crowd.

One of them was even holding his phone while walking, playing ...

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