Wen Xian, on the other hand, stood there, motionless.

"...Ha." Wenxian, who did not pursue Mamiya, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile with appreciation, "It seems that you have really grown a lot in the past five years.

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"But you're still far from it."

Mamiya felt a stab of pain coming from his left collarbone.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his left collarbone. The clothes at his left collarbone were rapidly turning red with blood.

Wen Xian's sword-drawing strike just now was not completely taken by him.

Vairocana's blade still cut the skin on his left collarbone, but fortunately the wound was not deep.

"You're still the same as before. Your biggest weakness is that you don't have enough physical strength." Wen Xian continued at this time, "But compared to yourself, your sword should be one step ahead of you."

Mamiya looked at the saber in his hand.

In the fierce fight just now, the blade of the saber had been cut into holes.

The Vairocana in Wen Xian's hand was intact.

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Please give me a monthly ticket! Please give me a monthly ticket! I am crying while asking for a monthly ticket! (Leopard Head is crying.jpg)

PS: There should be no book club that thinks Wen Xian’s approach of using human lives to calculate value is correct and worthy of encouragement, right?
Chapter completed!