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"Pfft...."
"Fuck!"
Qin Yu, without any courtesy, grabbed Hong Yilong by the neck and used him as a shield, blocking in front of the Middle Ninja.
"Damn it!"
Luckily, the Middle Ninja had retracted most of his strength. Even so, the sharp katana still easily pierced Hong Yilong's shoulder, causing him to twist his face in agony.
"Yilong!"
Hong Xiaowu's face changed color, never expecting that in the fight between the Middle Ninja and Qin Yu, his son would be the one to suffer.
"There's an old saying in Hua Country, 'The Guizhou donkey has run out of tricks,' that sword strike of yours must have drained almost all your strength, right?"
Having tossed the wailing Hong Yilong onto the ground, Qin Yu looked at the Middle Ninja and said indifferently.
At this moment, the Middle Ninja's forehead was covered with sweat, his breathing was rapid, and his legs were trembling slightly.