Drip-drip-drip. I looked at Chu Yeongyeon, who’d lost consciousness while wetting his pants. “…Well, damn.” I took a step back. Did I overdo it? I don’t think so. ‘I even held back, you know.’ I purposely didn’t hit him directly—I angled it off to the side. The dueling platform may have been smashed, but this is relatively mild. I left...
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