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Official Party

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Carroll flew higher and higher.

While the other spectators were stunned, Hunting Blade was the first to react. He jumped up into the sky, caught up to Carroll's ascending body, and grabbed Carroll with his hands like a chicken, not giving Carroll the chance to yell, "I'll be back!"

The two of them landed in the training ground filled with machine scraps, stirring up a wave of dust.

As soon as Hunting Blade let go, Carroll collapsed to the ground. With one hand supporting himself and another clutching his chest, he coughed nonstop.

"Ahem…"

Blood spilled from the corners of Carroll's mouth, his face pale. Despite wearing a simple single unit battle suit, this punch still did quite a lot of damage to him.

However, he had the physique of a Calamity Grade Super. Although it was far from Pugilists', he did not lose combat capability from one attack; he had just broken a few bones, and his lungs had almost exploded.

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