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Zhang Zian looked at Vladimir who's taking up a stance in all seriousness and found it funny——only primary school students would call out the name of their moves before executing it.

In addition, the name of the move was awful, it's better to just shout out——"On behalf of the moon, I will right wrong and triumph over evil!" which sounds more powerful.

In the eyes of a would-be martial arts grandmaster like Zhang Zian, Vladimir's fist was neither fast nor powerful, but soft and light, just like a kitten swatting a mosquito. Whether it was Zian or the other elfins, they couldn't imagine how a punch like that could produce any miracles, but at least it won't hurt itself, so just let it be.

Vladimir's fist stopped silently in the air as if it had come into contact with a wall of invisible, colorless air.

It continued to stare at the front without moving.