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... snake fruit liqueur and began to speak of the past.
"As you can see, I am a [Fighting Master]."
"A [Fighting Master] from the underground fighting pits of the Saintisman Sacred City."
His voice was low and melodious, filled with wine and stories.
"In my years there, I would knock down at least three enemies with my fists every night, basking in the cheers of the crowd."
"Most of the time, my opponents fell to my fists."
"Of course, I was occasional ...
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