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... us Katana firmly in his hand.

Even though he was accustomed to a world of extreme violence through the battle he had with his past enemies, none could come remotely close to the Executor. Rex could feel the weight of his past defeats pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket.

All his senses were heightened and stimulated at this intense moment.

It was a moment that would determine the world's future.

Coming from ahead of him was the distant howl of the wind ...

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