His right arm was covered with muscles, as hard as molten iron.

His eyes were as sharp as a blade, and his whole body exuded a cold aura, and just standing there gave people invisible pressure. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a bit of disdain and sarcasm. In his left hand, he held a black military thorn, the tip of which shimmered with a cold glow. He just stood quietly, but it gave people a strong visual impact!

And on the other side of him, yes

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