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In recent years, although Fu Hanwen's martial arts had improved, the man opposite him was simply a monster. Even Yuan Hongji could see that Fu Hanwen was gradually falling behind.
Yuan Hongji grew anxious, and in a flash of inspiration, he reached for the medicinal powder given to him by Xiangxiang's mother in his sleeve pouch.
"Dad, I'll help you!" Xiangxiang said as he drew the Soft Sword from his waist and thrust it towards the man.
"Stand back!" Fu Hanwen barked sharply, narrowly dodging the gust of the man's palm.
Fu Hanwen's eyes slightly flickered.
As the man had claimed, he indeed did not intend to harm him; otherwise, Fu Hanwen couldn't have avoided that strike.
At this moment, Yuan Hongji suddenly shouted and charged at the man, "I'll fight you to the end!"
