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"Stop fighting, please stop fighting," she begged. "Just stop it already."
Zhang Peiling watched in distress as her brother and Calvin came to blows, exchanging fists that landed with sickening thuds, danger looming with every move. In her panic, she cried out loudly.
Zhang Xuehui hadn't expected that using half his strength wouldn't be enough to subdue this guy. A sense of alarm surged within him. Calvin's attacks were rudimentary and not very diverse, but his body was incredibly resilient. Punching him felt like hitting a slab of steel, and it was Zhang Xuehui's first encounter with someone like that.
