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"Scram!"

With a loud shout, Tian Buyi kicked Zhang Xiaofan out and rolled him around a few times. In his rage, Tian Buyi's kick did not feel good.

Zhang Xiaofan was like a rolling gourd, his entire body was covered in dried up bamboo leaves and dust, and a trace of blood leaked out from the corner of his mouth.

"Master..