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Boom!

Boom!

"..."

As the sky brightened, a figure was practicing his fist art in the morning light. Fists after fists were slowly being thrown out. The surrounding force was spreading and the winds caused by his fists were unceasing.

"Still a little bit more …"

After an hour, he slowly retracted his fist and stood up with a look of disappointment on his face.

The sun had already risen