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Ten consecutive days!
Everyone was tasting the flavor of being hit.
Zhang Fan was no exception.
However, after the fifth day, on average, he got hit less than five times per round.
By the tenth day, Zhang Fan finally graduated.
After being beaten for ten days, he was literally fuming with rage. In the midst of the pain all over his body, Zhang Fan finally grasped what Hearing Shadows was all about.
It was about using the sound of the opponent's punches to judge the direction of the enemy's attack.
"Heh heh, dad, you can't hit me," Zhang Fan said with a smug smile.
However, in the next moment, Zhang Dongyang's fist landed on Zhang Fan's chest.
"Tigers do not eat their cubs, right?" Zhang Fan lay on the ground, pointing at his dad, and it took him a long time to squeeze out those words.
"Hahaha!"
The people resting on the side couldn't stop laughing.
Dammit, especially when looking at Zhang Fan's smug expression, they all felt like giving him a good beating.
