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... rring with Captain... ‘

‘Maybe I should just use it and my martial arts...’

In reality, Fein’s thoughts lasted only a second, and he didn’t want to give the demon another chance to launch magic, so he dashed forward and thrust his knee upward into the demon’s face.

His powerful attack deformed the opponent’s face. Fein didn’t wait for it to respond; instead, He quickly followed his previous attack with an elbow strike and a roundhouse kick infused with degu energy. It gru ...

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