The students watching from the sidelines held their breath, their gazes fixed on the match.
Zeng Bonan's brow was tightly furrowed. He could see that Xu Wuyi's defense was already exceptional. If it were him, he probably would have been defeated long ago under Teacher Wang's assault.
Hu Haobo was sweating just watching. He felt that Xu Wuyi's occasional explosive counter-attacks were actually quite formidable, yet they couldn't even touch the hem of Teacher Wang's clothes.
If he went up there himself, not only would his attacks be useless, but his sloppy defense would get him subdued in an instant.
Liu Jing stared intently at the center of the training ground. She felt that no matter what she did, she wouldn't last a minute.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Xu Wuyi's breathing grew heavy; his stamina was hitting rock bottom.
