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Wilbur got to his feet, standing in front of Sylvia. "Don't cany closer." Damian's expression darkened as he eyed Wilbur. "I'm just here to take Miss Ronan back. Someone else will handle you." "You're not taking anyone away," Wilbur said calmly.

Damian glanced at Wilbur. He raised his palms, which glowed with Aura light as a wave of pressure spread out. Sylvia could not help but back up from the force, shouting, "He's a cultivator, one of Joy Corp's fighters!" "No worries. I'll take care of it." Wilbur smiled.

Damian flared up in fury, slashing his hands through the air like two razor-sharp knives in the direction of Wilbur's chest.

Wilbur merely chuckled, throwing out an attack of his own.

With a loud collision, Damian flew backward and slammed against a pillar, sliding down slowly as blood trickled from his mouth. His chest was caved in.

shock,

Wilbur asked

against someone like me." Wilbur grabbed Damian by the ankle, dragging him up to the door and flinging

in shock for a long time. "You're really good." "Of

one fighter. I know Casper has specially-trained experts under him who are much more powerful than Damian." "They're all the sto me," Wilbur

sthought before eventually saying, "I'll call the reporters. At the very least I'll be dying with you." "Don't be so negative about things. Besides, you were already prepared to die. There's nothing to be scared

would

picked

furious in his chairman's office over at the Joy

had slipped away the night before while one of the officials she had been serving got too drunk and

and relatives try and guilt Sylvia into coming back, but that failed, so he sent Damian, who was beaten to a

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