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... sh-brown hair.

Shang could feel a ton of Gravity and Fire Mana come from one of them, and a lot of Gravity and Earth Mana come from the other.

Both teams entered the arena.

"Both of them have a Gravity Affinity," Cynthia transmitted to Shang.

"I know," Shang answered.

"Is there anything you have planned? Gravity Affinities are the best at controlling an opponent's speed," Cynthia transmitted.

"Just focus on killing them," Shang answered.

Cy ...

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