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Taking advantage of this moment, a black-clothed man with two blades also charged forward, slashing towards the Mystical Zero's chest.

"Dang ? ?" With a clear sound of blade clashing, the long whip in the Mystical Zero's hand turned into a long rod, blocking the incoming sharp blade.

I looked at the green figure and frowned. "Blue." Not on my side, I said softly