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"Damn it."
St. Yves was dumbstruck.
He recognized the apprentice from the clock shop who had been the first to be eliminated in the arena, and he recognized the silver armor slumped in the co-pilot's seat, an ominous premonition quietly rose in his heart.
In the midst of the pursuit, a guard from the arsenal steeled his heart, picked up a yellow gunpowder grenade launcher, aimed it at the steam car in front, and pulled the trigger.
"Hiss!"
The steam car agilely twisted its body, causing the grenade to miss and explode behind it, but the shockwave of the explosion still caused the entire steam car to uncontrollably fly at a low altitude for a while before it heavily landed.
"Unlucky."
Li Yan sighed.
