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The diamond-shaped silver needle in Qin Zhong's hand was now held between his fingers. It looked like he was using a thousand kilograms of force.

However, only Qin Zhong himself knew that he had only grasped the force by coincidence.

Suddenly, Qin Zhong's wrist moved nimbly and strangely in an arc. The silver needle twisted and turned in the air. There was not a single flower rack