Chapter 369
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The smoke rolling within the cold current shuddered.
Mo Ansi instantly reverted from his elemental state. Having recovered his physical body, he wanted to flee backward, at least to leave this place eroded by frost first.
"Now is the time!"
Locke lunged forward, and with power brewed for a long time, he threw a direct punch.
"Rigid Fist!"
"Form-Will: Saber-Toothed Tiger!"
Blood heavy as lead and mercury surged within his body, transforming into overwhelming force as he threw both fists.
The surface was pitch-black like iron; it was none other than Armament Haki compressed to the extreme. ### CHAPTER 371
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