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... the Wind Whirling Fist, he could smash even the hardest rock.

It didn’t occur to him that he got jinxed. The guy in front of him was a master, not someone he could deal with.

King Kong, who was 1.9 meters in height, unexpectedly lost to Qingfeng in one fight and got thrown up seven or eight meters.

Defeated! The Boss was defeated!

"How could Boss fail?"

"He’s the most powerful guy around, how could he lose to this nobody?"

"What the f**k. Did I get giddy or w ...

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