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... ng across the ground back to the other side of the circle. On the other side, H'tia could be seen standing completely unscathed by the Orc in anyway, even her clothes looked as neat as they did when she landed.

"Captain Heua was right… it was only a level difference" H'tia said as a laughter escaped her lips

"I had thought that your kind was stronger than us High Orcs because of your specialty but it seems I was very wrong… you guys only had a higher level of power compared to us ...

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