C993 Puppet Duel
Ding!
The girl was lightning-fast. A sharp clang rang out as her dagger struck a spark against the armor on Xue Tiankuang's neck, piercing it cleanly.
That was too close!
A sheen of cold sweat coated Xue Tiankuang's forehead. Before he could even think of striking back, the white-clad girl vanished once more, her movements ghostly and elusive.
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