As spectators, Ren Tiange and the others had first been stunned, then horrified.
Then came fear.
But as time passed, their minds gradually went numb. On the first day, everyone watched with rapt attention. Especially whenever it seemed the winner was about to be decided, they watched so breathlessly that they forgot themselves. But one day passed, then two, three, five, ten, then an entire month. The Beautiful Swordsman Qian Zhong and that freakish newcomer were still fighting tirelessly and without end. Everyone had long grown accustomed to it. If they woke up one day and did not hear thunderous clashes erupting nearby, that would be truly strange!
This great battle
lasted more than three months. To be precise, it lasted one hundred days.
During that time, Ren Tiange and the others had made countless bets on how long the two could keep fighting, yet every single one had fallen through. Because no one had imagined that the Beautiful Swordsman Qian Zhong and the freakish newcomer could battle for a full hundred days!
The two did not fight in just one area. They fought as they moved, both exhausting every possible method and making use of every scrap of terrain and environment.
They had fought their way out of Dark Sky Nest, all the way across the Gods and Devils Mountain Range, into Bright Canyon, flattened Death Rift, and even shattered Snow Dragon Pillar Heavenly Peak. Ren Tiange and the others followed along as spectators. Sometimes, when they fell asleep and found that the targets had moved, they would hurry to catch up. Their purpose was no longer merely to watch—it was to await a final result. They had waited one day, ten days, half a month; they had waited one month, two months. They did not care if they