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Time trickled by, second by second.
Five minutes... ten minutes...
As the battle dragged on, Sen Angus's heart sank deeper and deeper.
Barring unusual circumstances, close-quarters fights usually did not take long to determine a winner. Once they devolved into a war of attrition, it could only mean that both sides had reached a certain level of skill.
Jack and Cyril Cross both possessed physical attributes far beyond those of ordinary people, but that did not mean they could endure this kind of high-intensity battle longer than normal people.
Greater strength and speed naturally meant greater destructive power, but unleashing that power consumed an equivalent amount of stamina.
Especially for Players like them, whose physical attributes were all boosted through additional attribute points, most of them had glaring imbalances in their builds.
Take Cyril and Jack right now. Both were extremely strong, while constitution was merely a supporting attribute. Though they had to raise their constitution considerably to ensure their strength would not damage their own bodies, it was ultimately still lacking compared to the stamina consumed by explosive bursts of strength.
After more than ten minutes of intense exertion and a mental contest balanced on the edge of life and death, both of them should have been close to exhaustion. Jack lasting this long already surprised him.
Fifteen minutes...
Twenty minutes...
The more time passed, the closer Sen Angus's heart came to rock bottom—yet gradually, things took a desperate turn.
???
Why hadn't this kid run out of stamina yet? He even seemed full of energy, growing more spirited the longer he fought?
Cyril was already drenched in sweat and gasping for breath, okay?!
Why the hell did he not even have a drop of sweat on his face?!
This was completely unscientific!
It was not just Sen