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Although he had grabbed Lin Duan's whip with his hand, his strength was no joke. Zhuang Qing's arm was burning with pain, and now that he was on the ground, he glared at Lin Duan with slightly red eyes.

Lin Dong looked at her ripped arm and took the whip out of her hand. Zhuang Qing saw that the figure had already walked behind Lin Dong