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"Come at me!" Ye Cheng did not look down on him in the slightest. He steadily stepped forward, raised the iron rod in his hands, and held it horizontally.

"Clang!" The iron rod collided with the machete, sparks faintly appeared.

A Lang's blade flew out, at the same time, Ye Cheng released his left hand, his right hand holding onto the iron pipe as he swept it towards A Lang's head