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Chen Ying turned a deaf ear to Little Fatso's words. As his strongest trump card — — throwing knives, he had finally made his move.

Four dark golden lights flashed!

Little Fatso's eyes were sharp, and his warblade danced. His body was enveloped in a layer of golden light, impenetrable by the wind!

"Clang!" "Clang!" After the four metals clashed, a loud voice called out