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... p> Tanking his opponent's attack, the man pushed his opponent's large fist to the side and raising his yellow glowing blade pushed forward.

Given my experience with these powered-up individuals, I expected the hulking red figure to be done for, but with speed, it pushed away from the path of his opponent's sword, its massive form swerving on the ground as it spun to its opponent's side and then with a growl ripped off the door of a car and flung it at the smaller man.

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