Like a knife cutting through dry weeds and rotten wood—that was the best way to describe the current battlefield.
In just a brief few minutes, more than thirty men were wailing on the ground, not a single one able to stand.
Ning Jie glanced at Zhao Changzheng, then strode over to Qiangzi. He squatted down, looked at Qiangzi pinned beneath Liuzi's boot, and asked, "Can you speak like a civilized human being now?"
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