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powerful!

Strong!

This is the evaluation of Ono Kurama and Chiba Zheng to Lin Feng.

Chen Wu I was still sitting on the ground, with no intention of playing.

Ono Zangdao glanced at each other, then nodded to each other and stood up at the same time.

They stood upright and walked towards Lin Feng.

If it weren't for the fact that more than 150,000 people were watching, Lin Feng really thought that he had traveled back to the Edo period.

"Chiba is right."

"Ono Hidden Sword."

"Lin Sang, please advise."

The two stood in front of them and bowed in salute.

The two of them together are over a hundred years old, but they saluted Lin Feng with the same-generation ceremony, which shows the importance they attach to Lin Feng.

Martial arts all the way, the one who achieves it is the first.

The strength shown by Lin Feng deserves to be treated so solemnly by them.

Alone, none of them are sure.

It seems unfair that the two of them join forces, but they value Lin Feng.

"Please." Lin Feng nodded slightly, his sleeves empty.

The two stood three meters away, motionless, quietly looking at Lin Feng, then their eyes slowly closed, making people confused.

"These two old men...what were you thinking? They came here to punch..."

"He is the master of the Dao of the Sword of the Ning Kingdom, so don't underestimate it."

"It doesn't matter how old you are, you can fight."

"It's not easy to make the last few finales."

"I want to know how strong that Chen Wu I is now."

"No matter how strong I am, Brother Lin is not as strong."

"Brother Lin is the number one in the world!"

Ono Zangdao and the two are adjusting their status.

Refreshing energy, full of state.

In the face of an opponent like Lin Feng, you must use 12% of your energy to fight!

Lin Feng is not in a hurry, nor is he urging them, just let them adjust slowly.

He also wanted to see how strong the Dao of the Blade master of the country was!

Bei Chenhai can be the first person in the younger generation, but he is still one step away from being a master.

And these two people are the steps that Bei Chenhai needs to catch up with in the past ten years.

Such a strong person has an unimaginable understanding of swordsmanship and control of fists and feet.

Ordinary people can't understand how the same knife can easily cut through steel plates and smash huge boulders, but it is not affected by the shock.

Some people, however, chopped down a small tree twenty centimeters thick.

This is the control of the force, but also the control of the body.

It is also a deep study and practice of techniques for many years.

Three minutes passed before the two opened their eyes one after the other.

The audience and netizens have been waiting impatiently for a long time, and there are urging sounds everywhere in the stands.

The two ignored these voices, only Lin Feng and the arena in their eyes.

"Lin Sang, I made you wait for a long time."

The two bowed again.

Lin Feng shook his head: "I know, you are ready, please do your best."

Ono Zangdao: "Also please Lin Sang to go all out, don't let go!"

"it is good!"

Lin Feng's eyes flashed with lightning, and he stepped on it lightly. The nine-ring sword that Liang Bin dropped bounced into the air and grabbed it in his hand.

With the knife in hand, the temperament changes instantaneously.

"tread!"

Ono Zangdao stepped on the ring and attacked in an arc, holding the long sword tied on the left belt in his hand.

The scenery around the arena quickly passed by on both sides, and only Lin Feng was in sight.

Chiba is running straight ahead.

These two elderly people in their fifties maintain a certain amount of exercise every day, and their physical fitness is not comparable to that of the peak period, nor that of Bei Chenhai.

But the 16 skills in martial arts and swordsmanship are enough to easily make up for this gap.

Bei Chenhai had come to ask for advice, and had also learned from each other.

Complete defeat!

Feeling the momentum that erupted under the speed of the two, Lin Feng's blood was boiling!

He felt... that was a dangerous breath!

Quite rare!

These two old men actually made him feel the slightest danger!

worthy of the name of the master!

"Snapped!"

Ono Zangdao approached first, slashing across the head with the sword and sheath.

Lin Feng raised the knife to block.

"clang!"

The moment the scabbard cracked, Ono Zangdao drew the sword and broke the water, and the Jin Ge samurai sword rose and fell again, slashing coherently, all in an instant.

The cracked scabbard was still half a meter from the ground, and the knife had already been cut off.

The speed of the knife is so fast that it is hard to find it with the naked eye.

"Iai Slash, Sword Drawing Technique!"

Lin Feng's eyes are bright, and the famous Juhe Zhan is very lucky to see it today!

Iai Slash has always been known for being the fastest. The three movements of grasping the knife, lifting the knife, and drawing the knife are displayed at the fastest speed, almost as one.

Ono Zangdao's first cut is clean and neat, almost to the extreme, and it can't be faster.

If he was twenty years younger, this sword-drawing technique would still be a little faster.

Lin Feng raised the knife and blocked it again.

"clang!"

With speed and strength, Lin Feng's right hand holding the knife was pressed down and sank.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Qianye Zheng who was already attacking. Lin Feng unloaded his force and slashed the knife, sparks scattered between the two blades.

Just at this moment, Qianye was coming, and he grabbed the scabbard with his left hand and threw it at Lin Feng. Lin Feng kicked away, and saw a cold light slashing from the front. It was Qianye Zheng's sword.

The two cooperated tacitly and seamlessly, as if they had practiced hundreds of thousands of times.

Far from being comparable to Andrew and Iko.

Chiba is practising the flow of a sword, a samurai sword in hand, thousands of changes, specializing in this, already familiar with various moves.

Now it has been simplified and simplified, whichever is the essence.

This slash seems simple and ordinary, but there are many changes, the enemy changes, the knife changes.

Don't retreat, don't hide, or this sword will turn into a thousand swords.

Lin Feng swung the knife away, shook the Ono Zangdao back half a meter, turned around and drew the knife to stop Qianye Zheng.

"clang!"

This knife blocked it, but the nine-ring knife was half useless.

There was a deep notch on the blade.

Lin Feng reached out and grabbed Qianye Zheng, who shrugged his shoulders and avoided him.

With one hand, Lin Feng was about to chase, when there was another movement behind him, and Ono Zangdao slashed again.

Lin Feng didn't even turn his head to block it with a backhand.

"clang!"

"Crack!"

Lin Feng was slightly startled by the vibration in his hand.

Knife broke?

The broken blade collapsed several meters and was inserted into the ring.

Ono Zangdao's confidence greatly increased, and the long sword flashed like thunder, constantly slashing and slashing towards Lin Feng.

Lin Feng threw the broken knife away, and slowly and steadily retreated under his feet, constantly dodging the swords of Ono Zangdao and Qianye Zheng's.

The knife broke, and it was not his fault.

The knives of the two of Ono Zangdao are all special. The quality of the knives in the fighting field is not bad, but it is not a little bit worse than the knives with hundreds of thousands of characteristics in their hands.

They slashed out with a single slash, and their strength exceeded a thousand catties, which was difficult for ordinary swords to bear.

It is very difficult to be able to fight with their knives several times before breaking.

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

The two of them swung their knives very fast, and they could almost only see a flash of cold light on the ring.

"Lin Sang!"

Ono Zangdao shouted, his feet were slightly bent on the table, his strength was like an arrow leaving the string, and his transformation was like lightning. The man and the knife were combined to kill Lin Feng, and the samurai sword cut across Lin Feng's eyes.

This knife is fast and urgent, like the wind and lightning, it is hard to cover your ears and eyes.

"Shh!"

The blade passed half an inch against Lin Feng's eyes, and a strand of hair fell neatly on his forehead. Lin Feng clearly watched the hair fall.

As long as Ono Zangdao advanced half an inch, and Lin Feng stepped back half an inch slower, the knife would pass through his eyes.

Ono Zangdao stared at his eyes, but couldn't see panic in his eyes.

Yes, just calm.

As if everything had been expected indifferent.

"The Grandmaster of the Country is really amazing."

"It's amazing how fast Iai cuts."

When the blade passed by, Lin Feng still had the time to speak, he glanced at the right waist of the Ono Zangdao that was cut by the second knife, and said, "I really want to see the second knife style of Master Ono, I wonder if I have this honor. "

"After this knife, you will naturally see me pull out the second knife!"

Ono Tibetan swords are connected with each other, no gaps, no flaws, they can only be hard-connected and cannot break the game.

"Okay, then I'll take you a knife!"

Lin Feng shouted loudly, but did not retreat in the face of this knife.

"Shh!"

When a knife strikes, the wind generated by the blade edge is like the legendary sword qi, which makes the wind surging.

Lin Feng's single palm was like a knife, and under the astonished eyes of Ono Zangdao and everyone, he took the initiative to grab it.

"Snapped!"

This is the sound of flesh palms and blades slapping.

On the ring, Lin Feng faced the knife, and went straight out and grabbed the blade.

Under the shocked and unbelievable gazes of everyone, the samurai sword was clamped in his palm, and it did not move.

"Empty-handed and hand-to-hand!"

"No blood?"

"This……"

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

Ono Zangdao and Chiba Zheng's pupils are both shrinking, how is this possible?

This knife was made by the most famous knife forging master in the country. It took fourteen months to forge after hundreds of processes.

It can break gold and crack stones, and it can break everything.

Its hardness and sharpness are unimaginable.

What's more, this is a knife cut out by his grandmaster's hand!

Even if the huge boulders of thousands of catties are in front, they will also be crushed.

And the knife that slashed in Lin Feng's palm seemed to be tightly clamped by a pair of iron pincers, as if it was slashed on top of a mountain.

"My knife can cut through mountains and seas, how can he not even cut through flesh and blood because of his fleshly body?"

Ono Zangdao muttered to himself and lost his mind for a while.

"Horizontal training... Grandmaster!"

Qianye Zheng beside him suddenly exclaimed softly.

Ono Zangdao was shocked, and his pupils contracted again.

The master of horizontal training!

...

"Iron Sand Palm!" The young man in the audience stood up in surprise.

The old master looked equally shocked, but shook his head: "What iron sand palm, this is horizontal training!"

Immediately, he was amazed: "It's really amazing, even if you have a kung fu in the ultimate state, you can even practice copper skin and iron bones with this skin and bones!"

The old man beside him was also shocked: "I am afraid that this body of horizontal kung fu is about to reach the master, right? Who can suppress him in this generation?

After speaking, he looked at Chen Wuwo on the stage, the latter's eyes were bright, and he was also amazed by Lin Feng's hand.

...

"Snapped!"

Lin Feng grabbed the blade, grabbed it with his hand, and directly broke the palm of Ono Zangdao. Ono Zangdao quickly retreated after throwing it away.

The eyes of the two were unprecedentedly dignified.

I thought it was just the skill of the sword.

But now, he is actually a master of horizontal training!

They naturally know how difficult it is to practice horizontally.

Blood is like mercury, skin is like steel, bone is like iron!

Lin Feng turned the samurai sword upside down and held the handle, not even a trace of blood in his palm.

That hand just now, where is the iron sand palm.

It was just a precise prediction of the strength and angle of his knife. At the moment of receiving the knife, the wrist released the force, and at the same time, the thumb and four fingers pinched the blade, so that the blade could not advance by half an inch, that's all.

But if you really look into it carefully, even if the quality of his body is not like steel or iron, he can still be called a master of horizontal refining!

As for the so-called dark strength and bright strength, it's just an exaggeration in martial arts novels.

But practicing a breath, this breath does exist.

As long as he doesn't let his breath out, his kung fu is naturally fierce and invincible, and he is invincible.

However, horizontal practice kung fu is extremely difficult to practice.

But once it is made, the spear tip is placed in the throat, the sword is slashed at the waist and abdomen, and the body is smashed with a heavy hammer, and no iron can damage its identity.

Ono Zangdao and the two breathed gently to stabilize their mood.

He held down the second knife and slowly drew it out. It was a long knife.

Chiba is moving forward to join him.

The two stood in front of them with knives in both hands.

"tread!"

The two raised their feet at the same time, like a double-faced person, their expressions and actions were almost synchronized.

"This knife, I haven't met an opponent for 30 years, please Lin Sang take this knife from me!"

The two of them shouted loudly, their spirits and spirits converged to their peak, and the samurai swords in their hands seemed to have souls.

They took one step at a time, and the air seemed to be split by the blade.

Seven steps in a row, seven slashes in a row!

One meter away, the foot stopped suddenly, and the sword intent in the eyes reached the limit!

The eighth knife, which was cultivated after seven consecutive cuts, suddenly came out!

"drink!"

The two slashed diagonally with their knives, and the blade left an icy afterimage in the air!

Lin Feng's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and the blood in his whole body was mobilized by the two of them.

Ten fingers clasped the handle of the knife, stepped forward, and swept the long river with momentum, like turning the river overturned and rolling the sea, the galloping horses are still in full swing!

A whole body of power runs through the blade and slashes out!

Ono Zangdao and Qianye Zheng, only felt that Lin Feng in front of him seemed to be a giant blade of a hundred feet at this moment, using his body as a sword to break the sky, but only three feet and three from the sky!

The pressure on the two people's hearts rose sharply, and their teeth almost bleed.

This eighth sword, before it falls, has already made them see defeat!

All but lightning and thunder.

Lin Feng is a sword of peerless elegance, and it has already been cut off!

"Ding Ding!"

The crisp sound is clear.

The blade slid across the two blades, and the blade was neatly broken.

They maintained the posture of swinging the knife down, and the broken blade fell at their feet.

A few strands of white hair fell next to Broken Blade.

Looking at the white hair, they knew in their hearts that if Lin Feng's knife had just advanced a few inches, it would have landed on their heads.

When the blades touched, the two knew that they had lost.

Lin Feng's knife, intact.

Their knives are broken.

Cut off two with one knife.

Lost, lost completely.

The two slowly stood up, seeming to be much older in an instant, and bowed slightly to Lin Feng: "Daxia Guoshu is well-deserved! Lin Sang, thank you."

Then he picked up the broken blade and turned to leave.

"Good hanging!"

"Master Dao of the Blade, I underestimate them."

"You still have such terrifying physical strength at this age, and it's too perverted to be able to play with you and me with Brother Lin."

"Is this the legendary martial arts master? Do I have such a master in Daxia?"

【Keyboard Master】: Yes, but not many.

"Chen Wu, am I not a grandmaster?"

[Keyboard Grandmaster]: Single-handedly, Chen Wuwo is not worse than those two masters, and Chen Wuwo is a dozen years younger than them. They were not as powerful as Chen Wuwo when they were so young.

"I'm relieved to say that, I still have strong men in Daxia!"

Lin Feng held the knife and took a few steps back, turning to look at the last person.

Chen without me?

The owner of the Chenjia Boxing Gym in the Northeast?

Only so much is shown on the identity information.

But he can play as the finale, if there is nothing extraordinary, it seems a little unreasonable.

He looked at the two of Ono Zangdao who had already sat down on the edge of the ring. I don't know how Chen Wuwo compares to these two.

Chen Wuwo stood up, carrying a sword.

Lin Feng was slightly surprised, he actually used a sword?

Among the eighteen weapons, if it is said that the most difficult to train, except for the red ying, it is the sword!

The gun of the year, the sword of the month, the gun of a lifetime, the sword is hidden with you!

The gun is the most difficult to master, and the variety of marksmanship is unmatched by other weapons. Relatively speaking, the stick technique is easier to master, and the stick is the foundation of all weapons, which can be said to be all-encompassing. Knives, swords, etc. are between guns and sticks. The knife is one-sided, and the sword is two-sided. Comparing the two, it is more difficult to master swordsmanship than swordsmanship.

The so-called "holding the sword with you" means that if you want to practice the sword well, the long sword must be with you at all times to keep your hand feeling. Otherwise, if you don't touch the sword for a few days, you will lose the feel of your hand.

To be able to use the sword as a weapon must be frequent sword practice.

"Hurrah!"

Chen Wuwo came, took off his long sword, and drew it out of its sheath.

"Zheng!"

The sword let out a long roar, and the cold light covered the arena. The seven gold stars on the sword were arranged in the Big Dipper. Under the illumination of the light, they emitted a dazzling golden light, like the cold stars in the night sky.

"Good sword!"

Lin Feng couldn't help but praise.

Chen Wu I was slightly surprised: "You know swords too?"

Lin Feng smiled modestly: "I know a little bit."

Chen Wuwo nodded slightly, turned his head to the stage and said, "Take another sword!"

Not long after, a staff member threw the sword over.

Chen Wuwo picked up the sword, and with a clang, the long sword flicked and grabbed into his hand.

Chen Wu I casually threw it over: "Gestures?"

Just as Lin Feng grabbed the sword, Chen Wuwo's ​​eyes flickered with unconcealed anticipation, and a sword stabbed in the chest, which he couldn't wait for.

This sword came hurriedly and quickly, and the sound of the sword sounded, and it was already in front of him.

Lin Feng picked up the sword and blocked it. Chen Wuwo was experienced in hundreds of battles and experienced. Every sword was stabbed or blocked at an almost irresistible angle.

And Lin Feng didn't give in at all.

His swordsmanship has already stepped into the master.

What is a kendo master?

Three-foot Qingfeng embraces the world, and drives Wujiang on a white horse!

One person fought for three thousand miles, and one sword was once a million division!

This is the Master of Kendo!

at this time.

The two swords intersected, and Lin Feng took a half step back.

"Shh!"

Lin Feng casually played a sword flower and lifted the hem of his long gown: "Come again!"

Walking with a sword in hand, and the sword's edge roaring, Chen Wuwo felt a little exhausted.

The sword shadow flickered on the ring for a while, and the whole stage was filled with cold light.

Chen Wuwo has a feeling that Lin Feng, who is fighting with him, has one sword and one sword.

People are like swords, swords are like people!

"clang!"

With a light stab of the sword, Chen Wuwo took a few steps back, and Lin Feng made a rejuvenation of the earth, and the sword shadows in the arena all merged into one.

Chen Wuwo's ​​eyes were fixed, looking at the sassy young man in the snow-white training suit and standing with a sword, he couldn't help shouting: "Good swordsmanship!"

Lin Feng threw out a sword with his backhand, the long sword pierced into the cage column, and the blade swayed, buzzing.

Chen Wuwo squinted his eyes, and then shouted to the audience: "Bring a gun!"

Not long after, a long gun was thrown.

Chen Wuwo hooked and picked up with his toes, and the spear swirled in the air for half a circle, grabbing it firmly.

Lin Feng was not surprised at all.

He only played against each other for a short time, and he probably figured out Chen Wuwo's ​​strength.

powerful!

Very strong!

Compared with Ono Zangdao, they are only strong but not weak!

A kung fu must have become a master!

And in the realm of Chen Wuwo, any weapon can be used freely.

But the long sword must have a disadvantage against the long spear.

An inch is long and an inch is strong. Since Lin Feng uses a spear, he will not use his own shortcomings to attack the other's strengths.

Lin Feng turned around and came to the spear, pulled out the spear with a "pop", and pointed the spear to Chen Wuwo in the air: "Come!"

"Hoohoo!"

The voice was loud, and Chen Wuwo had already attacked with a gun.

He walked across the crotch, held a gun close to his waist, and stabbed it with one hand!

The spear is sharp, and it hides the strength of the whole body. It seems simple, but it is a killer move!

There is a tendency to swallow thousands of miles like a tiger!

Lin Feng's eyes flickered, he took a left step with the gun, stored energy in his arm, and his strength was swift and violent.

From time to time, the blade stabbed and slipped on the steel gun body, pulling out a spark.

From time to time, they slammed down vigorously, and under the sound of bang, one depression after another appeared on the ring.

The battle circle between the two was twenty or thirty meters across, and everyone watched them come and go. The power of each shot was heavier and heavier.

Comparing with the long sword just now, there is a world of difference.

Chen Wuwo stabbed with a single shot, as fast as rain, and then turned into a straight slash, and it was like a small rain break.

A pistol technique is like a perfect state, and it is called a master!

Lin Feng held the gun and swayed continuously, discerning the truth in the feints, turned his steps in the air, tapped the gun to lure the enemy into the depths, and then stabbed the enemy with a sharp shot to see its flaws.

Afterwards, Wu Hua countered 150 times, turned around the big wheel, and slashed the spear with great force, and no one could stop it.

Chen Wuwo spear-style drove straight in, straight to the point, Lin Feng walked straight with his spear, and stepped back with a twisted spear, as if walking to three passes, attacking from the front and back, with enough momentum to calm Youyan.

The two went back and forth, and made dozens of moves in just a few minutes.

Lin Feng played heartily, and Chen Wuwo felt the same way.

But the situation gradually turned to Lin Feng's side, and Chen Wuwo gradually felt the pressure.

Lin Feng's marksmanship is even better, both in terms of strength and speed, as well as his insights and practice on marksmanship.

"Snapped!"

This shot failed, Lin Feng saw the needle, turned his hands and rolled his wrists, rolled his back, and stabbed Chen Wuwo's ​​throat, with the potential to sweep the Golden Chief.

Deng Deng Deng Chen Wuwo took a few steps back, the spear tip fell from his throat, and he almost avoided it.

And take advantage of the situation to make another shot, stab with a straight shot, the power is huge, but without the indomitable advance, the attack must be defended.

"clang!"

Lin Feng smashed the point of his gun with a carbine, turned the gun and stabbed forward, taking his life!

Chen Wuwo's ​​hands were slightly numb, and he almost lost his grip.

When I looked up, I saw a little bit of cold light rapidly magnifying in my eyes, Lin Feng speared in front of and behind, and then the spear shot out like a dragon!

This swift and violent shot made Chen Wuwo feel an unprecedented danger. His slightly numb hand grasped the handle of the gun tightly. Tap with your feet on the gun.

However, it was carried by the spear blade with great strength, and almost lost its balance in mid-air.

"Snapped!"

He landed on both feet and took a few steps back.

Before he could stabilize, he heard a "huhu" coming.

Looking up, Lin Feng has come again with a gun.

Chen Wu I suddenly felt a little absurd.

When the old power just disappeared, where did the new power come from?

The speed of this counterattack made him unmatched.

Lin Feng shouted loudly and jumped up three meters away, holding the tail of the gun in one hand and grabbing three inches in the other.

The red ying spear was put behind the head, and then slammed in the air!

"With Changying in hand today, Canglong can also be captured now!"

Lin Feng's fighting spirit was high, and Chen Wuwo gritted his teeth, holding the spear in front of him with both hands, his body was oppressed by the momentum of this spear, so he couldn't pursue and could only passively resist.

The audience stood up from the auditorium, clenched their fists and shouted loudly.

The group of old people's lips trembled slightly, but they didn't know how to express their feelings at the moment.

A few people on the edge of the ring looked at this scene with pale faces.

Is this Lin Feng's strength?

That big summer man is also very powerful.

In comparison, they are simply vulnerable!

"Hoohoo!"

Time seemed to be slowed down several times at this moment, and the gun in Lin Feng's hand was smashing bit by bit.

The stainless steel gun barrel, at the moment when it was smashed in the air, was bent like a bow due to wind resistance, which shows how terrifying the power of Lin Feng's gun.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound.

The old man under the stage looked stunned.

The people's mouths were wide open.

I saw that the spear wielded by Lin Feng had a crack three inches below the head of the spear.

Then it broke with a "click", and the gun head was completely separated from the gun body.

And Lin Feng's shot was also completely smashed.

All this just happened in the electric light flint, and everyone didn't have time to react to the changes that happened in the slightest.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

Chen Wu I saw with my own eyes, the broken gun barrel rubbed the gun body in front of the forehead of the rung, and the distance was not too small.

Then he flashed past and smashed into the ring under his feet.

The arena collapsed within a square inch, the gun body was buried in it, and the crack spread around from that square inch, only the three feet below the feet were intact.

Lin Feng maintained the posture of being shot down.

"Boom."

The spear head, which was broken due to wind resistance and overload, fell at Lin Feng's feet, rolled a few times, and remained motionless.

The venue is deadly silent.

It's hard for everyone to imagine that a solid steel spear would break in mid-air before it hit the ground because it couldn't bear the force of a single blow!

What kind of terrifying force is this?

One second, two seconds...

For a long time, Chen Wuwo just walked out of the shock.

He looked at the destroyed arena under his feet, his face was extremely calm: "I lost."

He felt that the gap between himself and Lin Feng was only a little bit, only a little bit worse!

But that was the point, the distance he could never catch up.

If we say that Chen Wuwo is the dragon and the phoenix among the people, the one who is closest to God.

Then, Lin Feng is the one he is eager to catch up with, but can't catch up no matter what... God!

Under the stage, the old people looked at Lin Feng with a warm and excited tone.

"A body of national art, seeing God is not bad!"

The long-bearded old man raised his head slightly and looked at the high sky of the boxing gym. He couldn't help but tear up. Finally, he looked at Lin Feng, and Lao Huai comforted him: "There is Lin Feng today, and you should suppress the martial arts for three hundred years!"

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