But how long can a Peak Knight sustain such an all-out burst of power?
Thirty seconds?
Forty seconds?
Or a few seconds more?
He estimated that in less than a minute, Rein's physical energy would be overtaxed, his speed would slow, and then he wouldn't be able to keep up with his own pace in combat.
By then, he would be able to quickly take down his opponent.
Although this thod of winning seed sowhat dishonorable, that no longer mattered. After all, crushing a genius...
However, it didn't take long for Parix to sense that sothing was amiss.
Why did he feel hotter and hotter?
Especially the energy used for defense on the surface of his body was being consud at an enormous rate, far beyond normal!
What the hell was going on?
This was truly bizarre!
"Boom!!"
Their hamr and shield clashed, and both retreated several steps again!
Rein, with his Dark Vision, could clearly see the fine beads of sweat on his opponent's forehead and the obvious heaving of his chest.
Clearly, although his own physical strength was being consud greatly, his opponent was not faring any better under the influence of his own full-powered Tokkal Hamr Technique and the witchcraft "High-Temperature Force Field."
After so thought, Rein silently added a point to his agility attribute.
The opponent was slightly faster than him, which made him at a disadvantage in combat.
As his remaining attribute points decreased from 5 to 4, his agility increased from 21 points to 22 points.
Instantly, a warm current surged powerfully from his heart and swiftly spread to every limb and joint.
Suddenly, the sense of muscle soreness and fatigue in Rein's body were swept away! Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire
Looking at Parix, he noticed after a glance at Rein that his opponent's physical exhaustion was considerable, which brought a glimr of joy to his face.
'He's just holding on!'
'Let's see who can hold on longer and who has more endurance!'
Imdiately, Parix charged at Rein again.
Once more, their figures moved at high speed in front of the mansion's courtyard, only becoming more visible to the onlookers when they passed under the lights, flashing by in an instant.
But before the spectators could get a clear view, the two disappeared into the darkness again.
Soon, the entire front yard beca a complete ss, with beautiful flowers and neatly pruned green plants all tragically ravaged.
After enduring for several more seconds, Parix began to struggle.
Even as a Great Knight, he could not maintain this full-powered combat for much longer.
It was akin to the most trained sprinter in the 100 ters stretched to 200 ters; perhaps they could barely maintain their speed and condition, but at 400 ters, the speed would inevitably begin to decline significantly.
This could be seen from the world record for the 400 ters at 43.03 seconds in comparison to the 100 ters world record at 9.58 seconds—the 400 ters world record is far slower than 9.58 multiplied by four.
...
What left him speechless was that, with each swing of Rein's Warhamr, it remained just as steady—how could this be possible?
His own strength was greatly expended, and his rhythm was beginning to slow down, so how could Rein—rely at the level of a Peak Knight—have greater endurance than he did?
It was maddening!
Could it be that his opponent was not only a rare talent in Hamr Skill but also exceptionally gifted in stamina?
That would be far too many talents!
Looking at Rein, he observed his opponent's rhythm starting to slow down, ever so slightly—a nuance perhaps imperceptible to onlookers or not apparent, but for Rein, engaged in combat, it was glaringly obvious, like a beacon in the darkness.
It made Rein's resolve firm.
He had been prepared for an "endurance battle," thinking that this unknown Great Knight could withstand three rounds of adding attribute points. Yet, to his surprise, after only one round of adding points, his opponent seed unable to hold on.
After resisting for another several seconds.
Even the spectators on the side began to realize that their "Bolt Baron" was starting to gain the upper hand, delivering more Warhamr strikes than before.
On the other side, the unfamiliar Great Knight was clearly increasing the frequency of blocking with his shield.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The clashing sounds of hamr and shield beca more intense!
However, Rein's expression beca more serious at this mont, because he always rembered a saying—"A cornered beast will still fight."
If wild beasts knew to struggle for survival, then how much more so a human Great Knight!
Hence, the closer he was to victory, the more cautious he needed to be!
This caused Rein's dark Two-Handed Warhamr to sweep through the air with even greater steadiness.
But Parix beca visibly more impatient.
He had been waiting for Rein to show signs of fatigue or a lapse, so with his rich combat experience, he could still turn the tide of this passive situation around.
But...
Damn it, several minutes had passed, and his opponent was still as explosive as ever with his continuous Warhamr combos!
It was like seeing Bolt from a previous lifeti in a 1500-ter race, sprinting at the speed of a 100-ter dash for the entire 1500 ters.
Clearly, this situation could not continue.
Now Parix faced two choices: one was to launch a full-out burst, using a nearly secret technique, which required a short period of charging and based on the current stamina of his opponent, there was a good chance it could be dodged.
The second choice was to find a way to disarm his opponent's Two-Handed Warhamr. If his opponent had mastered the Hamr Skill to the level of an expert, certainly he must have spent the vast majority of his focus and ti on it.
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