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The world was doomed, but the two martial artists didn’t stop their war. I was in disbelief…but there was more yet to come—how the two fought.
“Like the quality of the writing brush doesn’t matter to a scholar, the state of the sword isn’t important to a martial artist,” the Heavenly Demon told the Murim Alliance's leader, still holding the stick. “I may be using my Demonic Cane because I forgot my Bloodbane Demon Sword, but it won’t stop me from sending you to hell, old man.”
“Alriiiiight!” the Murim Alliance's leader valiantly shouted. He was also holding a stick. “Let’s see who will be the one to unify murim!”
And the two martial artists clashed. Perhaps the word “clash” was giving them too much credit—it was nothing more than a street fight.
“Heavenly Demon Descent Step!”
“Hah! Sky-Shattering Yellow Ax!”
They shouted names that sounded legitimate as they fought, but that was pretty much it. The weapons in their hands were still sticks, and the sounds of their sticks bumping into each other were rather light and cheerful.
The sticks didn’t last long. After that, the Heavenly Demon and Murim Alliance's leader threw themselves at each other with their bare hands, glaring viciously the whole time. The Heavenly Demon grabbed the Murim Alliance's leader’s mustache while he pulled on her hair.
I was at a loss for wo...
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