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Duan Qiantai flew backwards for more than ten feet and stood still in the air, looking at Ning Cheng in disbelief. He never thought that there were monks of the same level who could compete with him. Strictly speaking, it was not a duel just now. He struck first, and Ning Cheng hurriedly defended. In such a comparison, it seems that the situation is evenly matched, but in fact he is at a disadvantage....