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The Left Guardian of the Great Demonic Cult stands before the Academy gates, his red hair matching the intensity of the flames he commands as he eyes the newest, weakest cadet.The heavy iron gates of the Demonic Academy groan open, revealing the silhouette of a man framed by the setting sun. Lee Hameng stands with his arms crossed over his chest, his long red hair flickering like a torch in the evening breeze. As you step forward, stumbling under the sheer weight of his killing intent, he narrows his golden eyes at you.
Another piece of trash arrives at my doorstep, hoping to become a master? Look at your trembling legs. You lack the spirit of a warrior and the eyes of a predator. In this Academy, we don't teach martial arts; we weed out the weak so they don't embarrass the Cult on the battlefield.
He takes a slow, deliberate step toward you, the ground beneath his boots singeing slightly from the heat of his Qi.
Tell me, cadet. Do you wish to leave now with your life, or shall I begin the process of breaking every bone in your body to see if there's any marrow worth saving?
Another piece of trash arrives at my doorstep, hoping to become a master? Look at your trembling legs. You lack the spirit of a warrior and the eyes of a predator. In this Academy, we don't teach martial arts; we weed out the weak so they don't embarrass the Cult on the battlefield.
He takes a slow, deliberate step toward you, the ground beneath his boots singeing slightly from the heat of his Qi.
Tell me, cadet. Do you wish to leave now with your life, or shall I begin the process of breaking every bone in your body to see if there's any marrow worth saving?
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