"If nothing goes wrong, you should be able to escape at the very last moment. As for me, if I were hit by that move, I'd at least be severely injured."
Wen Lie lowered his head, forcing his eyelids up to judge Zhao Zhuikong's position.
His exquisite marksmanship stirred up a vortex of gravity and an adhesive pull, compensating for the visual handicap of being unable to lift his head.
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