Lin Shen's energy depletion was far greater than that of the Xin Swordsman, but he didn't care.
The Xin Swordsman wanted to wear him down, but he likewise wanted to deplete the Xin Swordsman.
No matter how effortless borrowing and converting force could be, it ultimately still required so expenditure of strength and stamina.
If the Xin Swordsman had faced soone other than Lin Shen, trading two or three percent of his own battle damage for dozens of tis that of his enemy would indeed assure victory without loss.
However, Lin Shen was willing to trade dozens of tis his own battle damage for rely two or three percent of the Xin Swordsman's; Lin Shen could endure a loss dozens of tis greater, while it was uncertain whether the Xin Swordsman could last to the end with just a two or three percent loss.
What Lin Shen was banking on was his profound foundation and strong endurance.
As the two n fought fiercely, everyone saw Lin Shen continuously using Tidal Fist Force, recklessly squandering his power without any unexpected winning moves, and they all felt that the outco of the battle seed to be a forgone conclusion.
In the beginning, Tian Xun thought that Lin Shen would surely use his true strength at about the sa ti, but after waiting left and right, he found Lin Shen still wasting his power, sowhat surprised.
"Lin Shen, what are you doing, why haven't you used your real strength yet?" Tian Xin couldn't help but shout to Lin Shen in the midst of the battlefield.
Upon hearing Tian Xin's words, the Xin Swordsman secretly sneered in his heart, knowing full well that Lin Shen hadn't given his all and still had sothing hidden.
That didn't matter, for Lin Shen had hidden skills, and so did he; after using skills, he felt he wouldn't lose to Lin Shen.
Now that Lin Shen wasn't using his skills, of course, he too was happy with the status quo and had no intention of revealing his trump cards. After all, it would certainly be Lin Shen who'd lose out in a prolonged battle.
Everyone held this view of the battle, but as ti ticked by, Lin Shen's endurance began to exceed their expectations, and his Fist Power remained as strong as ever.
"Eh, his energy restoration skill is quite strong, huh? After so long, he can still hold on," said Chi Xiong, unable to resist comnting.
"Indeed quite enduring, but even if his strength can be restored, his physical and stamina won't fully recover. Over ti, even the strongest recovery ability will make him feel weak," Chi 118 said.
As ti passed, another span of ti went by, and even An 117 began to feel impatient, "Lin Shen's stamina is sowhat strange; he's not planning to fight a war of attrition with the Xin Swordsman, is he?"
"Is that even possible? The Xin Swordsman has only used a fraction of his strength, while Lin Shen's exhaustion is tens to hundreds of tis greater than his; can he really fight a battle of attrition like that?" Chi 118's expression had already turned peculiar.
After yet another period of ti passed, the crowd realized that Lin Shen remained vigorous, one punch rolling into the next, without the slightest hint of cessation.
By now, everyone had begun to wonder, and Tian Xin's expression grew odd as she thought to herself, "Damn, how can this guy last so long? He's like… like... that unyielding..."
While Tian Xin contemplated, her mind recalled a certain unclean image that made her feel inferior, and forced her to keep a two-urinal distance in the bathroom; her complexion instantly turned sowhat unnatural.
Seven or eight hours had passed, and even the Xin Swordsman in the fight had realized Lin Shen was set on a war of attrition.
The Xin Swordsman's heart was filled with reluctance, "Why should you be able to fight a war of attrition with such reckless depletion? You want to play it like that? Then I'll play along to the end. I don't believe that with such tactics, I could lose."
The Xin Swordsman stared coldly at Lin Shen, his form like a phoenix soaring through the nine heavens, and also like an angry dragon writhing in the sea, swimming freely amidst the overwhelming Tidal Fist Force of Lin Shen.
Tian Xun and the others had originally expected the battle to be over quickly, but after such a long ti, it was still ongoing with no signs of determining the victor.
Their predicted end ti had been broken over and over, leaving them no choice but to continue watching patiently.
When the battle exceeded twenty hours, even Chi 118 and An 117 changed their expressions.
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"Is this guy a machine? How can a carbon-based life form engage in high-intensity combat for such a long ti?" Chi 118 couldn't help but exclaim.
"Even a machine would overheat and wear out after running at high intensity continuously. This person's endurance is truly astonishing. Tian Xun, congratulations on finding a special talent," An 117 admired.
"It's just that his endurance is a bit stronger than the average person, nothing special," Tian Xun said, though the corners of his mouth inadvertently curled up, unable to be suppressed.
"I've seen those who can consu, but never soone who can consu like this, sustaining dozens or even hundreds of tis more combat damage and consumption than others. Is this sothing a human can manage?" Tian Xin's eyes were red with envy.
Regardless of whether Lin Shen could win this battle, the profound endurance he had shown was enough to demand respect.
The Xin Swordsman began to feel that sothing was wrong, as he started to feel fatigued, while Lin Shen's Fist Power remained undiminished.
"This guy... this guy... is he really human?" The originally confident Xin Swordsman's beliefs had begun to waver.
He thought he was wearing down Lin Shen, but suddenly realized that he seed to be the one being consud by Lin Shen, who could endure that?
As ti reached over thirty hours, the movents of the Xin Swordsman had begun to deform to a certain extent, and his skill of using montum and transforming energy was no longer perfect; he was showing flaws.
Yet Lin Shen did not take advantage of these vulnerabilities to attack; he continued to wear him down.
By now, everyone could see clearly that from the mont Lin Shen had used Tidal Fist Force, he had planned to engage the Xin Swordsman in a battle of attrition.
The expressions of Chi 118 and An 117 were quite remarkable; this was completely opposite to their initial judgnt.
They thought that the person being worn down would now turn out to be the winner, with the Xin Swordsman showing obvious signs of fatigue, whereas Lin Shen remained as consistent as ever.
By this point, it was too late for the Xin Swordsman to fight with all his might; his physical strength and endurance were clearly compromised.
Even if he wanted to fight to the death, Lin Shen wouldn't give him the chance now.
Unlike Lin Shen, the approach taken by the Xin Swordsman dood him to struggle for control; it wasn't just a matter of wanting to fight to the death.
Lin Shen, like a Perpetual Motion machine, threw punch after punch. Now, each of his punches, seemingly ineffectual, conveyed a terrifying sense of oppression.
The most ordinary things, when persisted with over a long ti, far beyond the psychological expectations of most, would slowly start to seem incredible.
The likelihood of the Xin Swordsman's movents being deford increased, and the deformations beca more serious—it was evident that he was truly tired.
But still, Lin Shen did not launch the final attack, maintaining a steady output.
This exerted even greater psychological pressure on the Xin Swordsman than a direct defeat, planting in his mind the idea that Lin Shen might be invincible.
"We've lost this battle," An 117 suddenly spoke up, interrupting the fight and conceding.
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