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... his waist, and was striking punch after punch, each one cutting through the air like the wind. Sweat dripped continuously from his body, highlighting his well-defined muscles.
Xu Ming wasn’t some overly bulky strongman, nor was he like those guys on Blue Star who pumped themselves full of drugs every day.
His physique was purely the result of long-term training—a perfect balance of strength and aesthetics, embodying the ideal Confucian warrior: a scholar who could both govern a ...
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