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Several days later.
Yang Yan Martial Arts Hall, training ground.
The clear light from outside the window penetrated through the skylight of the Martial Arts Hall, leaving a long, slanted patch of brightness on the warm-toned wooden floor.
Zhang Xingshan slowly stopped, adjusting his breathing rhythm; his Martial Arts Uniform was already soaked with sweat, even the ground beneath his feet drenched.
He headed to the corner to drink some water, taking a sho ...
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