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"Miss Yue Xi, please step back."
Rakshasa, with his eyes closed, was, like Alaya, a blind swordsman, accustomed to casting aside his vision and using his heart to observe the world.
"Oh?"
The chubby old man noticed Rakshasa's way of holding his blade, "Reverse Grip Ipponmei, I've seen this sword technique used by a very strong person before. Although you're young, you've nearly perfected this technique."
"So, are you a Miracle Entity?"
No matter how talented, it was impossible to master such astonishing swordsmanship at such a young age.
Therefore, there was only one answer, he was a miracle, only the Infinite Power of a miracle could sublime the swordsmanship of a mortal, elevating it from the extraordinary to the divine.
"What brings the Master of Miracles here so suddenly?"
"If you're an enemy of our Yatun," Rakshasa revealed the chubby old man's identity, "even if I may not be able to defeat you, I am fairly confident I can hold you here."
"Hahahaha."
