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- Three blows.
- Sebas charged, and before the men could react, much less defend, he’d thrown three punches. That was the end of it.
- Of course it was. Among all of Nazarick, Sebas was the most skilled in battle, so he could defeat this level of assassin with his pinkie finger. He shifted his eyes from the men crumpling to the ground unconscious, limp like octopuses, and checked on the fight behind him.
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- Volume 5, Chapter 4.2
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