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It instantly destroyed the world. The Magistrate retreated several steps, and Bo Xingzhi, seated in his wheelchair, was forced back as well. Both of them suffered backlash from the overwhelming force. A thin line of blood seeped from the corner of the Magistrate’s mouth. He wiped it away harshly, disbelief flashing in his eyes. How could a cripple break his array formation? Not only that