The three figures blinked out of sight from the entrance of the boxing club and stepped into the secret realm.
"Huh, the environment here is not bad, unlike outside. After more than half a month, I felt like I was going to get depressed." Lin Sheng glanced around inside the boxing club and spoke with mild surprise.
This was a spacious hall, with light yellow wooden floors that seemed constantly polished. The surface glistened that it could even mirror a person, producing a creaky friction sound under their feet.
Several humanoid models were placed around the hall, most of them made of wood, with a few metal ones. In the center of the hall, a dozen people dressed in white workout clothes were seriously practicing their horse stances, shouting and punching rhythmically.
A burly man, taller than two meters, stood before the crowd with his hands behind his back, his eyes sharp, studying every move of the practitioners.
