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"Paragon iron fist!" Fei Yuan's fists were clenched tightly as he raised them high above his head. His fists were as heavy as Mt. Tai as they flew towards Loong Xiaoyun's head. Before the punch even arrived, the strong pressure already caused the ground of the battling platform to crack. Everyone was sweating for Loong Xiaoyun's sake.

If Loong Xiaoyun had intended to make a move