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Xu Ruoguang, propelled by the force of the axe, spun through the air four or five times before centrifugal force violently threw him to the ground with a heavy thud.
The voices, transcending the barriers of time and space, squirmed into his ears once more, screams mixed with the sound of steel as he hit the ground.
Covering his right arm with his left hand, Xu Ruoguang struggled to his feet, feeling as though his arm had been torn apart by pain.
Of course, the pain was secondary; the nature of players made their perception of pain resemble an indescribable thrill.
Mainly, it wasn't just his arm—all the joints in his entire arm were limp and unable to exert any strength at that moment.
"Clang!"
The clash of greatsword and axe rang out behind him; the uncle and the orc were trapped in battle, oblivious to what had happened behind them.
