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Clang!
The Soft Sword was bursting with explosive power!
The tip of the sword sprang against the long knife in Lillian Tompson's hand, sparking a flash of light!
Then, the Longsword sprang forth once more!
With an eerie, fluttering motion, it resembled the shadow of a snake!
Lillian Tompson was forced back several steps, her eyes flashing with solemnity.
Her opponent's background was not to be underestimated!
Especially this swordsmanship, which even carried a hint of rigidity!
"Bring out your full strength!"
Windy Johnson thrust forward with his sword, coldly saying, "I hope you can live up to the grand words you just spoke!"
His grandmother had already died in The North Sea.
Now, to have this young girl before him speak so insultingly, his inner rage was imaginable!
Whoosh!
In an instant.
A sky full of afterimages!
Windy Johnson used the tip of his sword to write a long poem in the air with fervent strokes!
