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CHAPTER 128: They Are Burning The Village
Author: Rosehipstea
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"You stepped to kill," Hwa Ryeon said, stopping just beyond the reach of my sword. She tilted her head, her red eyes burning into my soul. "But at the very last fraction of a second, you intentionally broke your own momentum. You violently forced your body to strike with the flat of the blade instead of the edge. You are actively fighting your own instincts. It’s fascinating. It’s like watching a starving tiger force itself to eat grass."

"What do you want?" I demanded, my chest heaving. The ni
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