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... her physique was burly. Her upper body was covered merely by a strip of black cloth over her chest, revealing muscles more robust than those of a man.

She was very tall, and two men followed behind her, also with a burly build and developed muscles, yet inferior to her by comparison. Many people overlooked her face, which possessed rare beauty; judging solely by her features, she was indeed of remarkable looks. However, a long scar on her left cheek marred all her beauty.

She wa ...

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