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... setting sun dyed the small courtyard a warm, golden hue.
Chu Fan’s figure darted about the courtyard, the wind from his fists whistling sharply.
He had already been practicing his fist techniques here for two hours.
His arms ached, as if filled with lead.
Every punch he threw seemed to sap all his strength.
Yet the knuckles of his clenched fists were still a pale, bluish-white from the strain.
[Skill: Twelve Forms Fist (Great Success) Progress: (7 ...
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