“Let me go…” Dracor flailed helplessly, his face red as he gasped for air.
At that moment, not only was he bewildered by the sudden twist of events, but he was also filled with dread!
He thought that he was a big fish in a small pond like Swinton.
Who knew that he would end up sparring against a divine–level martial artist here?
A divine–level martial artist in his twenties?
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