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... maybe everyone in the world would just think it was a joke.

   It's a joke made by a bored kid.

   But after realizing that this young man who was only fifteen or sixteen years old was actually Chen Qing's younger brother, this challenge was no longer a joke.

   But a real, upright challenge.

   Even, he doesn't even need to lose too badly to show his courage.

  But this time, Wushang was destined to give a little shock to this world surrounded by aristocrats a ...

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