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879 The Fake Comes True(2/2)

Stopping his steps slightly, the passerby wearing a gray magic robe turned his head in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"Did you say something quietly just now?" The shield warrior, who used his strength to knock away all the figures around him, walked up to the magician in two steps: "Did you... look down on our beast tribe?

ah?"

"...What on earth are you talking about." The plain-looking magician replied helplessly: "I was just passing by..."

"fart!"

Grabbing the opponent's collar, the fisherman once again raised his momentum to the limit: "I think you are just a weak persimmon with no strength...I think you are just a novice who doesn't know how big or small you are! I don't know at all.

What respect should we have for our high-end players in The Thebilis Castle!"

"Today I'm going to let you know the price of speaking openly." He raised one of his fists, and then swung it down towards the opponent's still confused face: "Go back and reflect on it, stupid—

—"

boom!

A loud trembling sound then appeared in the air between the two people. It was the sound made when the fishman's fist suddenly collided with a stone thorn that suddenly appeared in the air and flew down diagonally.

, without any warning, the stone thorn was then appropriately beaten into pieces by the iron fist wrapped in fine steel armor, and the bodies of the two people who were suddenly separated flew away towards both sides of the explosion. It seemed that they were struck by this one of their own.

The result of the punch was unexpected. The shield warrior who was knocked aside by the explosion quickly got up. Two figures of thieves, one tall and one short, from the far end of that direction then appeared on his shoulders.

Above the rising field of vision, on the disappearing tiles on the top of a house: "Stupid X."

"It seems you are looking for them."

The embarrassing silence was suddenly broken as the figures of the two thieves quickly disappeared, replaced by the roar of the big shield warrior who was beating his chest and stamping his feet. The magician who was also blown over against the wall then slapped him.
Chapter completed!
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