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nRed Beard gritted his teeth and began holding on tightly to the rails.

nHis eyes were bloody and his feet firm.

n‘What to throw me off? Not in this life!’

n1, 2, 3… Reach!

nBam!

nRed Read soon became a gymnast, jumping upwards like a spider using the rails.

nHis speed was mind-jerking, and his body reacting to raw instinct.

nGet out of the way!

nThose before him annoyed him greatly with their speed. In truth, they were fast, even when slightly injured. But compared to the red devil, they fell short.

nIn a flash, he passed the stairways, gripping the ladder and beginning his ascent. But mid-way, another opening formed the square above.

nRed Beard’s pupils dilated.

n“Hold on! Hold on!!!”

n~Splash!

nAnother wave of people fell without warning.

nDammit! What a good Baymard! Dare to pour slippery liquid on them?

nIt took all of Red Beard’s control, veins, and muscle strings to stay firm on the metal ladder.

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