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Zhang Song's face was filled with a cold smile. As he retreated, he nimbly waved his hands. No matter how sharp and quick the legs of Zuo Qiang were, Zhang Song was able to coincidentally deflect him.

After kicking out thirty-six times, Zuo Qiang Hu let out a loud roar and sent his palms up into the air. He did a beautiful and swift seven hundred and twenty degree somersault, and with both feet