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- As Ling Qi watched, Ji Rong’s body crackled with heavenly energy and his limbs dissolved into actinic light. In the blink of an eye, he crossed the distance between himself and Han Fang, seeming to simply materialize with his fist already slamming into the taller boys jaw, lifting him from the ground with the force of the blow. Wind shrieked around Han Fang then, and he vanished himself with a thunderous boom reappearing with a loud crack as he landed atop a large boulder set in the center of the river, his hammer now in hand and a small, glowing pellet in the other.
- Tournament 11
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