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"Mercy? Too late!"
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With a cold huff, Mandarin Duck Blades brandished the Crescent Blade. Instantly, the head of the elder in the mystic clothes was cleaved off.
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In a moment, two Mystic Rank experts and eight Yellow Rank Martial Artists were all killed.
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In the field, only Su Chen and two others were left, as well as Luo Fan and several youths.
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"Alright, now it's just you guys left." Su Chen took a drag on his cigarette, then looked over at Luo Fan and the others.
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Feeling Su Chen's gaze, Luo Fan and the young men shuddered, their eyes filled with intense fear.
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"What do you want to do?"
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"Don't, please don't kill us!"
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The young men shook their heads frantically, trembling: "Please, let me go, I beg you!"
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"How much money do you want? I'll give you anything."
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"Want to beg for mercy? Too late!"
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"Strike!"
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