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... o fast that only afterimages remained, akin to a pile driver, simultaneously challenging the limits of human speed and strength.
The dull "pu pu" sound echoed rhythmically in the empty room.
Sweat slid down his well-defined cheeks and neck, dripping onto the cold concrete floor, splashing into dark patches of water.
"997."
"998."
"999."
"1000!"
Accompanied by the final low count, Fang Cheng’s eyes shone brightly, and his posture on the grou ...
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