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"Are the statistics ready?" Kusler's voice was heavy. His mental state was even worse than Anchelotti's, with disheveled hair and his exquisite armor damaged in many places. The biggest wound was from a slash by the Mei Clan Master. If it weren't for the sturdy armor and his strong Douqi, that slash would have been enough to cut him in two.
"They're ready, Marshal." The voice of the secretary trembled.
"Speak. I can take it," Kusler's voice was completely hoarse. Days of battle, constant fatigue, and pressure were eroding the old commander's life force.
