Before long, the two had exchanged hundreds of blows, locked in an evenly matched battle.
Sasib's attacks were ferocious, but he could never break through Lin Qing's palm techniques. For the moment, Lin Qing also struggled to find an opening and deliver a fatal blow.
The main reason was the overwhelming power of the Tribal Sacred Axe in his opponent's hands. His Thunderous Life-Slaying Blade and Whale Fall Falling Star Gloves were both a grade below it.
Around the basin, the watching prodigies could not tear their eyes away.
Liebanav's gaze grew grave as he said quietly, "This Lin Qing really is no ordinary man. Sasib is famous for his brute strength and ranks among the best of his generation in the Great Barbarian Kingdom. Yet Lin Qing has traded hundreds of blows with him without falling behind. That strength truly commands admiration."
Augustus nodded and added, "Every swing of Sasib's axe carries nearly a hundred thousand jin of force. If it were me, I might hold out against thirty or fifty direct blows, but after a hundred, defeat would be certain."
"Yet this Great Shun prodigy, Lin Qing, has taken hundreds of axe strikes and still seems to have strength to spare. His speed and power are both extraordinary. Every move he makes neutralizes all of Sasib's force."
"If Sasib didn't have that Wild Lion Sacred Axe, he would surely be no match for Lin Qing. That sacred axe is worth no less than an Ancient Treasure."
At that moment, Jin Zhenghua shared the others' thoughts, deep wariness flashing through his eyes.
He considered his swordsmanship unparalleled among his generation in the Great Yue Kingdom, but if he had to fight Sasib, he had no absolute confidence that he could withstand so many axe strikes.
"If we don't keep