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... Then, the fire melted and in an instant, a swirling stream of water wrapped around the entire blade.

A sound similar to a whirlwind echoed faintly throughout the room.

Holding the sword, Yuder swung it around several times and then slowly advanced.

"I'll demonstrate only this much and prove that this is real water. Does anyone want to touch it?"

Yuder watched as the examiners hesitated between preserving their dignity and fear. People are always afraid of what they haven ...

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