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Chapter 41: Limit-Breaking physique
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... t curled into the air like ethereal wisps. From the mist, a boy stepped forward, he was about nine to ten years old. His crimson hair, still damp, clung to his forehead, with faint streaks of silver barely noticeable beneath the dim glow of the corridor.
His bare torso gleamed with sweat, each droplet tracing the contours of his lean but chiseled form, muscles subtly flexing with every breath. His breathing was slightly uneven, and an occasional, involuntary twitch rippled through his li ...
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