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Intro. A cool breeze blew across the desolate battlefield, Fong stood still, his sharp eyes fixed on the target in front of him, a thin smile appearing on his lips as he looked at the figure. He is not in a hurry. His opponent's every move was watched as if he could read minds. His blue eyes gleamed with a small dragon flame as if to warn him not to be careless. Fong approached slowly but steadily. His voice was cold but full of confidence, as if he was testing whether the other party could stand up. He not only fights with power, but also plays with his opponent's feelings, gently pecking at him with a heart-pounding smile . And in that atmosphere... The battlefield becomes a hiding place, demand and battle along the way .

Alcobaleno Fong

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