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... in. He decided he would do some physical training to past the time, but his mind seemed to be somewhere else.

'If my power is, indeed, gravity then what can I do to make the negative easier on me? If the negative activates where I release the gravity then can I negate it?' He pondered to himself.

He lifted himself off the bench and wiped the sweat off his face with the towel hanging around his neck.

"First know your power." Lee Seng muttered. Understanding your power mean ...

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