Everyone could see that Beigong Ke didn't stand a chance in this fight.
Some of the spectators who had been watching from the very beginning were already growing tired of it. From start to finish, Qin Zhizhen's punches seemed all the same. Beigong Ke's attacks might have been dazzling, but they always ended in the same uneventful way.
The same scene had played out too many times, and the ending had long been decided.
So why hadn't it ended yet?
Supernatural Powers, secret arts, swordsmanship.
Beigong Ke had shown everything he could, yet he still couldn't break through Qin Zhizhen's simple punch.
But Qin Zhizhen showed no sign of ending the fight.
Beigong Ke showed no sign of giving up, either.
It was as if, so long as Beigong Ke kept finding something new to show, Qin Zhizhen was willing to defend forever.
And it was as if, so long as the fight had yet to reach a true conclusion, Beigong Ke could keep fighting forever.
The two of them had developed a strange understanding.
Many spectators were bored.
But Huang Sheli, Deng Qi, and Jiang Wang—the three Prodigies who had already secured places in the final four—watched with growing seriousness.
Those without enough strength saw only the same punch, over and over.
Only true experts could see the unchanging terror in Qin Zhizhen's fist. A thousand moves, ten thousand techniques—all broken with one punch.
From beginning to end, Qin Zhizhen hadn't moved a single step, and his punching force hadn't increased by a hair. How precise his judgment had to be, how terrifying his control!
This was undeniably top-tier skill.
Time seemed to have passed a long while, and yet it also seemed to have passed in an instant.
The former was because this scene had dragged on and