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    On the high platform, the teacup in Xiao Zhan's hand,
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    like a windmill,
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    the expression on the face,
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    Silence, dead silence
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    "The Seventh Stage of Fighting Power"
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    On the stone tablet, huge golden fonts,
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    They are also very clear that this test,
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    All eyes, now,
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    The palms stretched out flat,
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    In the eyes of the crowd watching
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    If no miracle happens,
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    Looking at the black-shirted boy in front of him
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    Under the complex gaze of the audience,
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    The high-spirited look that suddenly rose
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    Taking a deep breath,
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    Holding the teacup in one hand,
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    Looking at his son's smiling eyes,
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    Slowly standing up, Xiao Yan twisted his head,
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    Those gloating eyes,
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    His eyes looked around on the training ground,
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