Chapter 1196
As the march of time went on, so did Han Sen's ravenous barrage of attacks .
His opponent was like a tumbler doll, refusing to fall over no matter how hard or how quickly Han Sen struck . Even while channeling all his powers of prediction, he simply couldn't find a way to knock him down . Han Sen was actually shocked by what was going on .
Yuan Zhufeng was just as shocked . They had been going at it like this for one hour, and Han Sen had yet to make a single misstep or produce a move that featured a flaw .
Yuan Zhufeng was reducing his own abilities to match with his opponent, but he was starting to worry .
Yuan Zhufeng was strong, but he was a human, after all . Even he could make a mistake after such a long, intense session that required absolute focus .
And while he had been waiting for his opponent to make a mistake, he was starting to have the sneaking suspicion that this was what his opponent was waiting for, as well . They were both in on the game, waiting to see who would be the first to slip-up .
Yuan Zhufeng no longer treated Han Sen like a junior . He fought as seriously as he could and took him as a real challenger . Yuan Zhufeng was having to use every ounce of his power to stay strong, and he'd have to continue to do so if he wanted to emerge victorious .
Fang Mingquan was in awe . It was only supposed to be a casual, social match; he never expected to watch a balls-to-the-wall, high octane match such as this, given the circumstances .
Amidst the dizzying array of skills consistently being cast, Fang Mingquan was only able to recognize around one in ten . And before he could finish blinking to acknowledge a skill, another flurry of attacks and defensive skills had been flung .
Fang Mingquan knew his knowledge was lacking as he watched this battle between two hardcore elites . He was glad he had been recording the match, though . Once it was over, he'd be looking forward to a steady and studious rewatch .
Although he couldn't fight very well himself, it was always an admirable trait of Fang Mingquan that his passion for combat never waned . It enthralled him, despite his lack of participation .
The fight was frightening to watch, and it kept its spectators on the edge of their seats . It was one that required a constant, pinpoint-precise usage of stamina and endurance to maintain a status quo that could collapse at any minuscule miscalculation . Any who were to watch it would know that, and it imbued the atmosphere with a feeling of dread and unease .
One attack, followed by one defense; whoever made a mistake first would be the loser .
After three hours, there was still no change . But Yuan Zhufeng's gentle perspiration had turned to him full-on sweating bullets . This fight was no longer taxing on the body, it was exhausting to the mind .
His opponent continued to show no sign of human emotion, and it continued its assault with the cold lethality of a machine built to destroy . Yuan Zhufeng was starting to fear he'd be unable to keep up, and that he'd make a mistake any second now .
"Who is this man? Who can have such a vast amount of power and stamina?!" Yuan Zhufeng thought to himself .
He was well-acquainted with many of the elites that populated the Alliance, but his opponent was not someone he recognized . Wrack his mind as he might, he just couldn't think of anyone who fit the bill .
But he didn't think he was just some nobody, either . Anyone who possessed that much power must have some manner of renown .
Fang Mingquan had been there, staring intently for the past three hours . He was as captivated as ever . Still, he was starting to feel exhausted, moreso than the fighters that were actually engaged in the battle . And just as Fang Mingquan thought this fight would go on for another eternity and a day, an explosion sounded .
Yuan Zhufeng used his arms to block the incoming fist, but when the dust settled, he had lost .
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