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Top Heroes in Fist Out CCG Duel: Lista de nivel 2025 revelada

Autor : Anthony Actualizar : May 19,2025

Sumérgete en el emocionante mundo de *Fist Out: CCG Duel *, donde la emoción de un juego de cartas competitivo y de ritmo rápido se combina sin problemas con el arte de las artes marciales. Este juego de cartas coleccionables (CCG) transporta a los jugadores a un universo dinámico lleno de combatientes subterráneos, técnicas secretas y rivalidades antiguas. Como jugador, encargarás a los duelistas poderosos, cada uno con su estilo de lucha único y un mazo de cartas especializado. La clave de la victoria radica en elaborar un mazo de una extensa selección de técnicas, posturas y cartas de poder, lo que le permite diseñar estrategias intrincadas para superar a sus oponentes. Para darle una ventaja y ayudarlo a dominar la competencia, hemos compilado meticulosamente una lista integral de niveles de los héroes más fuertes para sus cubiertas. ¡Explore la lista completa a continuación y prepara para la batalla!

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Lista de nivel de duelo CCG Out CCG: mira a los héroes más fuertes (2025) Braum, un héroe raro, proviene de la carrera Roughrock con una subraña de Pirate Bay. Con un robusto 23 hp, Braum ofrece una probabilidad del 82% de convocar tarjetas de grado raro, una probabilidad del 16% para tarjetas épicas y un 2% de posibilidades de tarjetas legendarias. Su habilidad activa, Beast Attack, se activa al comienzo de la curva 4, otorgando a todas las criaturas aladas suspendidas un impulso de ataque +1.
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