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... as autumn leaves, the scene of the magical duel became strange.
The Tian Hai monk planted his legs firmly like ancient pines, steadfastly staying outside the attack radius of the Taia Sword.
With knees slightly bent and his back forcefully straight, within a small space, he wielded the Six Paths Stick—that was thick as a sword hilt at one end and as robust as the mouth of a bowl at the other—creating a fierce gust of wind with each swing.
In an instant, the air was filled ...
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