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The blade was crude, its edge chipped and uneven, but it tore through flesh all the same. Each thrust was accompanied by a sickening squelch, nearly drowned out by the guttural screams of the man before him.
Blood sprayed in crimson arcs, staining the sand beneath them. The crowd roared, their jeers and cheers merging into a deafening storm of bloodlust.
At the start, Ian's opponent—hulking, confident, and wielding a spiked club—had moved with brutal precision. Every swi ...
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