Tiger Soul Research Institute.

Training room plaza center.

Zhang Daowen, with his upper body naked, kept punching at the specially-made wooden dummy stake, sweat permeated his forehead and kept flowing, but Zhang Daowen's eyes were extremely firm, his fist hit the wooden dummy stake like a gust of wind and rain, making a "bang bang" sound .

On the other side, the little claustrophobic lay on the ground with his eyes closed, like a wriggling bug, crawling around the training ground in an arched shape.

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