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Capital City

Clang!

The two longswords suddenly collided.

Yaofei's entire body shook violently as if struck by lightning, and he was sent flying backwards.

He fell to the ground and slid several meters.

The hair that had been tied in a ponytail scattered, and his white clothes were unevenly blackened. He looked very disheveled.

"Cough cough!" He coughed violently twice, weakly lifting his head to look at the opponent.

"Master, did you have to use so much strength.... Can't you go a bit lighter?"

Lin Fei, holding his longsword, silently stared at him.

"I only used level F strength, and each time it was the same Sword Form, yet you ended up with the same result twenty-eight times....."

Yaofei struggled to get up, but he was completely drained of strength and couldn't stand, so he just lay back down, limbs sprawling out.