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"What an arrogant girl," a man in black said as he descended from the sky, his body wrapped in black clothes, a pale, bloodless face. He looked coldly at Xu Rou: "You're the first to injure a disciple of the Aokiryu Style!"
"I may be the first, but I will certainly not be the last!" Xu Rou stood with her chest out, standing proudly. She was completely unafraid of the opponent's formidable strength.
"Do you know, with one palm strike, I could kill you!" Kuroki said.
"Your palm strike might kill me, but it won't eliminate the hundred thousand Martial Daoists of China!" Xu Rou's expression was resolute, showing a determination to face death.
Kuroki's face darkened, and he said, "Little girl, you're courting death!"
"What is there to fear in death?" Xu Rou's right hand held the longsword, and she said, "Even in death, I must not lose the honor of Chinese Martial Arts; even in death, I shall go out in a blaze of glory, to shock the heavens and the earth!"
