"Swish, swish, swish—"
Amidst the piercing explosions, a figure retreated rapidly. That person was none other than the middle-aged man.
The flower petals spun like razor-sharp blades, tearing through the air. Yet, upon closer inspection, they retained the shapes of petals. The petals pierced the middle-aged man's skin, burrowing deep into his flesh.
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