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In the competitors’ resting room, Yin Muhu, dressed in a training garment, sat cross-legged on the floor, her hands as big as clay pots resting on her knees.
The angular contours of her muscular face faintly revealed feminine features, and her waist-length hair hung loosely, draping straight down to the ground.
At the moment, whisps of white steam rose from her body, curling upward and causing the temperature in the entire resting room to steadily climb.
As time pa ...
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