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【135】Marshal(2/2)

However, it seemed that she didn't use much force, or that Shimada Mako's physical fitness was too strong, even if she fell down by the hammer, she would get up quickly.

It just hurts so much that it grinned.

Shiina Iori looked at her and grinned with empathy.

I remembered the tough look of Yoshima Tsubaki when he held him with one hand and held him with both hands.

It's deadly.

Who can withstand this physical fitness?

On the stage, from the beginning of this fall, it seemed that the victory of Terajima Yuki's game was already locked.

In the following round, she almost controlled the entire situation, and while moving in a moment, she almost never gave Shimada Mako another chance to touch her.

After a few strokes, I fell down again.

By the end of the round, Mako Shimada almost crawled up from the ground.

Finally, both sides respect each other.

Shimada Mako was helped down from the stage.

Yuki Terajima walked off the ring, picked up the sneakers on the side of the platform, and walked towards Shinana with only bare feet.

Halfway through the road, my steps suddenly paused.

When I looked down, a plastic joint that broke from somewhere pierced into the soles of my feet.

Lift your feet and blood came out of the wound.

Yuki Terajima's face still had no expression, as if someone else's feet were pierced, just muttering softly:
Chapter completed!
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