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by MarineTLChapter 417: K Only Wants the Decisive Blow, Like a Checkmate in Chess At this moment. Inside No.9 Gym. A burly man nearly two meters tall, his arm muscles bulging and knotted, was slowly unwinding the protective wraps from his fists. Beads of sweat continuously dripped and slid down muscles defined with razor-sharp clarity. Before him stood a heavy sandbag used for boxing training. But what was truly horrifying was... the middle section of this heavy sandbag had been punched through. The…









