Time passed minute by minute, as Meng Haotian launched relentless and fierce attacks, while Ding Fan skillfully deflected them.
The surrounding crowd was momentarily stunned!
By now, ten minutes had passed, yet the two in the ring showed no signs of change compared to the start.
One attacking, the other defending.
The white-robed disciples, who had earlier begun counting down for Ding Fan, were dumbfounded at the scene, simply unable to believe that he hadn't sustained a single injury under Captain Meng's fierce assault, calmly evading attack after attack. This defied expectations!
Meng Zihao, witnessing this, couldn't help but become serious. He knew his cousin to some degree; Meng Haotian started with a very aggressive approach, clearly intending to finish quickly.
Yet the result was more than ten minutes of attacks without touching even a corner of the opponent's clothing. Although the opponent also seemed to have no strength to counter, this was not a good omen.
