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... g Residential Complex, Building Four, Sixth Floor.
Fang You was still lying on the floor, his chest heaving erratically, unable to get up.
He didn't want to get up either.
Too tired!
Although he wasn't as exhausted as he had been when training to the extreme in the state of endless practice—if not for being manipulated like a puppet, he would have fainted from exhaustion.
But now, he felt just as worn out as if he had run ten kilometers.
His whole ...
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