Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, another three years passed.
Qin Shaofeng had originally thought that Old Ancestor Gusu's sending him here might involve great danger, but it should not have wasted much time.
Only after truly crossing hands with Su Feng did he realize just how troublesome it was.
Although Su Feng was not a true Zhixing Expert, the strange restraints of this vortex kept him from posing any real danger to Qin Shaofeng.
Yet defeating Su Feng seemed just as impossible.
Over those three years, Qin Shaofeng's cultivation had not increased in the slightest for some unknown reason. However, his combat strength had far surpassed what it had once been.
Each time they fought at close range, he could now last for nearly half an hour without being blasted away by Su Feng.
Even so, he felt as though he could see no end in sight.
It was truly hard to imagine whether he would ever have a day when he could defeat Su Feng if Old Ancestor Gusu refused to intervene.
After three whole years of battle, he had indeed grown more and more frustrated.
Especially since wasting time here brought far too many dangers, both for him and for the entire human camp.
What he did not know was that Su Feng, serving as his sparring partner, had wanted to cough up blood several times.
Originally, Su Feng had not shown Qin Shaofeng the slightest courtesy.
It was only because Qin Shaofeng's cultivation level was so poor that, even if Qin Shaofeng truly became dissatisfied, leaving would be his only option.
Who could have imagined that Qin Shaofeng possessed such profound reserves?
A brat whom he could have killed in just a few breaths if he could move freely had instead fought