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The Devil Worshipper's Palm
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After shouting, the tall, burly man with curly hair stepped forward.

“You two stay back and watch me finish off this cursed brat!” he said to the other two men in black.

“Be careful, Baruna. I think he’s got pretty good skills,” one of them replied.

“Don’t worry, Kumara. I’ll kill him for sure!” Baruna answered arrogantly. His sharp gaze locked onto Arya, who stared right back. “I’m going to end you, boy!”

“Quit talking. If you want to fight, come at me!” Arya snapped mockingly.

“Bastard!” Baruna lunged forward at top speed, launching his opening attack with tremendous force and velocity.

The massive man kept Arya on the defensive with his relentless barrage. Punches and kicks rained down, aiming at deadly vital points without giving Arya a chance to breathe.

“He’s incredibly fast!” Arya was taken aback by his opponent’s speed.

To keep up with Baruna, Arya focused his internal energy into his legs to boost his own speed. Still, Baruna seemed slightly faster.

Gradually, Arya increased
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