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"This is a decisive battle of destiny, how can this be a game?" Chen Ying scolded him, "Besides, we don't have time to play tricks with him!"

The little fatty bitterly retreated to the side, but his heart was unable to calm down even though he was happy to see it. He stared at the blade in Xue Feng's hand with a burning gaze.

"Ah …" The always proud Xue Feng had never been ignored like this