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Ma Zhe snorted coldly and extended his two fingers to attack Nanfeng's fist. His action caused a commotion among the crowd, and in their eyes, it was akin to hitting a stone with an egg. However, Nanfeng's fist seemed to have been punched in the next moment.

Ming Tao shouted back, "Look, Ma Zhe's skills are not something that the Southern Wind can compete with. Even if I admit to his punch