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"This must be the third time!" Qin Ming gasped for breath. He looked behind him with lingering fear, and was relieved to find that there were no Vicious Beasts chasing him.

This was the third time he had been chased by a group of Vicious Beasts, and every time he fled in a panic.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was fast enough, he would have already died in the mouths of the Vicious Beasts