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CHAPTER 88: BREAKING LIMITS.
At the last moment of desperation when the Executioner’s weapon was advancing to cut her leg, Emily’s brain calculated and she discovered that she could not avoid losing her last leg.
So, she just ignored it. It was already spilled milk to her. She focused on striving for the last effort at breaking her speed limit. Forcing a breakthrough was her last gamble.
As soon as she lost her last leg, her brain spammed her with pain signals ruthlessly but she tried hard to ignore all these.
Before it was cut, she managed to propel herself up a bit. She gritted her teeth as her suspended body ascended higher. Blood dropped like rain after her ascending figure, making the battle arena extremely bloody.
Every spectator held their breaths and widened their eyes, as this scene completely felt like something out of a horror movie.
The excessive blood loss was already muddling her consciousness. A normal soldier would have already been in a near-death s
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