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... assius casually patted his chest and picked up the clothes hanging on the metal rack beside him. Glancing at the exhausted men around him, he walked out of the sweaty, rank gym.
A dozen days later, Cassius was back at the same Iron Fist Martial Arts Gym. This time, a slightly shorter figure stood in the center of the rectangular training area. Pale yellow floor tiles were divided into large grid patterns.
"Let's begin," Cassius said as he clasped his fists together in the customa ...
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