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... levels of power he should have lost control of his own mind and spirit, but the change that had actually occurred were so stunning that it seemed against the very foundation of training.


“Surprised I couldn’t hide it from an instructor.”


Jiang Li squeezed out a thin smile. He’d thought that storing his energy as liquid in his body would be enough to hide his life forces—and his actual power—from anyone who happened to look at him so he could deceive his opponents. He hadn’t ...

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