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... ltered through the glass windows, illuminating the room and creating a brightly lit, whitish area.
Dust motes gently floated in the air, resembling countless dancing sprites.
A bead of sweat trickled from his chin, dropping onto the worn red pine floor.
Fang Cheng raised his left hand and wiped his sweaty face.
Then he tightened the muscles in his thighs and abdomen, bending his knees into a squat, continuing his training.
"..."
"71."
"72" ...
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