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Every time the wild dog's fist was about to land on Wendu's face, Wendu would always be able to react quickly, either dodging, parrying, or counterattacking.

Although he had closed his eyes, the power of the system had allowed him to unleash its full power.

Every single movement the wild dog made was reflected in Wendu's mind.

"Hah!" Seeing Insect Emperor look down on him