Facing the threat of Yi Ming, a bird monk, I had no choice but to get up and continue practicing the Head Smash on the sandbag. Normally, when I practiced alone, I would casually practice with my eyes half-closed. However, in front of the swinging sandbag, which was taller than a person, I couldn't afford to be careless. I concentrated all my attention because being hit really hurt.
After practicing for the morning, my face was left bruised and swollen. The bruises from last night's fight hadn't even healed yet, and now I had new injuries.
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