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... blow, the sheer force behind it sent her skidding backward across the cracked marble floor, leaving a screeching trail in her wake.
Red’s eyes narrowed. "What are you?" he muttered, voice low, uncertain. He stared into the ghostly pale orbs that glowed faintly behind the vertical slits of her helm. No face. No breath. Only hollow blackness. The figure before him didn’t breathe, didn’t flinch. It didn’t move like a person.
His skill, [Bronze Fist], wasn’t a trivial one. His punche ...
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