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However, Ye Qiu called for an emergency stop when the tip of the sword pointed upward at the opponent's drunken chest. The sweat on his face was like rain, drifting away. Hu Chunli couldn't believe it. She thought she was dazzled and stood with her sword in hand. She didn't know if she should continue to take action. It's better not to fight anymore....