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This time, Creed's trident vanished, and he summoned Atlas in his hands. He arched his back to the point where it started making crunchy noises and threw atlas at his neck. The throw was so fast it passed through his head with a velocity of a shooting star. Soon his head fell on the ground with blood gushing out like rain.

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