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... chool, front yard open space, Qin Shi brought over a long bench and sipped on energy liquid while instructing Zhou Ning on stance training.
"Stand firm, Little Zhou. Your legs can’t hold steady; how do you expect to fight in the ring later? If someone attacks your lower body, you’ll fall over!"
Zhou Ning was drenched in sweat, his thigh muscles quivering like jelly, as weak as two strands of noodles swaying.
He was practicing the Nanhuang Daoist School’s "Cultivation Furn ...
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