Fern spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned deathly pale as he staggered backward, and he barely kept himself from collapsing."This… This is impossible!" His eyes widened in disbelief, filled with both unwillingness and sheer terror.As a proud disciple of the Ghost Palace from the nether realm, how could he lose to a mere country bumpkin?Shame and rage burned within him. Grinding his teeth, he roared, "Chase Collins! You dare wound me?! You're dead!""Oh? Is that so?" Chase's eyes narrowed slightly.Without another word, he slowly drew his sword.With a swift swing, the blade slashed through the air, sending a brilliant arc of sword light sweeping forward like a cascading ribbon.Fern's expression twisted in horror. He scrambled to evade, but he was a fraction too slow. A deep gash tore across his chest, blood spilling down in crimson streaks.Sucking in a sharp breath, Fern clutched his wound. His face was drained of color, and sweat beaded on his forehead as he star
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