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.
