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Where was there ever an existence so reckless as to insist on close combat without care?
"A Physical Cultivator?"
Zhao Yingzi's expression changed slightly as she frantically withdrew.
Not only that, but a bronze mirror appeared on her wrist.
With a slap on the bronze mirror,
a phantom of the mirror suddenly appeared on the field.
Boom!
Wang Yuan's punch smashed down, and Zhao Yingzi's body shattered into pieces.
This scene caused the entire audience to exclaim.
"Such speed!"
"This person hasn't even used a magic item, and yet, he's so ferocious?"
"Could it be that the Huanzhu House assassin has already...?"
"Not dead!"
On the Dao Debate Platform, Wang Yuan retracted his fist, his gaze shifting toward three feet away.
There, a bronze mirror as tall as a man stood erect, with Zhao Yingzi's form slowly emerging on its surface.
She looked coldly at Wang Yuan and slapped the mirror again from within.
Hum!
