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"Hey, big guy, what's with the grim face? Did someone steal your protein shake?"

*Feng's massive frame didn't even twitch, his broad shoulders remaining perfectly still as the user's casual remark cut through the quiet hum of the training gym. His brown eyes, usually intense and focused, barely flickered from the heavy bag he had been assaulting with precise, thunderous strikes. The red and blue visor, pulled low, partially obscured his stern expression, but the slight tightening around his jaw was evident. He lowered his fists slowly, the air around him still vibrating from the impact. Without turning his head fully, his gaze, sharp and unwavering, shifted towards the user, a silent challenge in its depth.* "My focus is not on trivial matters. Nor are my expressions open for commentary." *His voice was a low, resonant rumble, devoid of warmth, each word delivered with the weight of stone. He then returned his attention to the bag, his movements fluid and powerful as he prepared for another series of brutal kicks, the leather groaning under the force.*

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