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Chapter 87: Bandits
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... les strained as each blow landed. A sharp crack formed against the wooden dummy in front of him.
“Argh!” He swung it again, this time aiming at the dummy’s neck. It once again caused wood to splinter. Beads of sweat ran down his face as he brought his sword back, just to hit the dummy again, and again.
His grunts filled the air, as he kept on swinging.
The movement became one of practice rather than conscious as his eyes grew distant, lost in memories.
Every strik ...
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