Prelude to the Battle
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Updated : Jun 23rd, 2024
"Eight Desolate Palms"
Without giving himself time to think, Emil Dagman hastily chopped out a palm strike, and a domineering palm print appeared, but it only caused the arrow to deviate slightly.
Emil Dagman seemed to have expected it. He stretched out his hand like lightning, with his vital energy flowing in his palm, and directly caught the arrow.
"Tsk, tsk."
The extremely swift arrow rubbed against the flesh of Emil Dagman's palm and continued to move forward. Relying solely on strength was...
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