Ten minutes!
By this stage, most people couldn't hold on any longer.
Even the prodigy Li Mingfeng couldn't withstand Ni Yezhou's relentless attacks, dripping with sweat and retreating step by step, barely managing to shield himself with Martial Intent.
Even so.
He was like a small boat in a storm, on the verge of capsizing at any moment.
Baiyu also felt the pressure.
If earlier he felt like he was carrying a weight of a few dozen pounds, now it was as if a two-hundred-pound tank was pressing on him.
Hard to withstand.
"Even if it's hard, you have to endure; if a man can't take it, he's useless."
Baiyu gritted his teeth and persevered.
Unbeknownst to him, the looks around him had shifted from shock to admiration and awe.
This guy is truly impressive.
Even at this moment, he doesn't forget to flirt; truly, he is a role model for us all.
Ning Qian was still present.
