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Feng Wu glanced at the Fallen Star Sword and could sense that the blade had become even sharper.

Right now, she was so immersed in killing that her soul was trembling.

"27,000, 28,000, 29,000…"

"Oh god! How's that possible? How can Feng Wu…"

"That's so scary!"

"Feng Wu is so…"

"29,100, 29,200, 29,300…"

"She's getting closer to the central tent!"

"She's about to catch the leader and kill him!"

"Wow…"

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Outside, many people's eyes were wide open and everyone was astonished.

Qiao Yi clenched her fists.

Zuo Qingyu opened her eyes wide.

Chief Qiao's eyes flickered.

And many others were greatly shaken.

Because what they were witnessing had completely changed their opinion of Feng Wu, and they were seeing her in a new light now.

What she had done was simply so frightening!

Song Yichen, who was 7th, clenched his fists.

He wondered if Feng Wu was going to surpass him.