"Pretty boy, stand your ground if you've got the guts... I'll beat your balls out of you."
"If you want to fight me, beat my buddy first." Hao Jun curled his lip disdainfully, his tone brimming with provocation.
"Ha... with my temper, I'm dragging that pretty boy out here today, no matter what." The words had barely left his mouth when a burly man with a brutish face charged forward.
Without a word, Wang Meng stepped sideways to shield Hao Jun behind him and raised an arm to block the incoming punch.
Li Yichen couldn't help curling his lip. He hadn't expected Hao Jun to be so good at stirring up trouble.
Still, he had no intention of interfering. This was a good chance to test the limits of the "infinite stamina" ability.
Infinite or not, it could only last for a certain amount of time. It couldn't go on forever, or it would be far too overpowered.
Meanwhile, the two men were already fighting.
Just as before, Wang Meng went all out. Every punch carried his full strength, every kick whipped through the air, and he held nothing back with any strike.
"Let's see how long you can keep this up." Before stepping forward, the burly man had already settled on guerrilla tactics: when the enemy advances, retreat; when he stops, harass him; when he tires, attack; when he retreats, pursue. He wouldn't clash with Wang Meng head-on.
Although Wang Meng seemed to be chasing him around the whole time, anyone who fought often knew that Wang Meng's approach burned through stamina the fastest.
And so, Wang Meng advanced, and he retreated... Wang Meng advanced, and he retreated... Wang Meng advanced, and he retreated...
Five minutes passed, and Wang Meng was still full of energy. Sweat covered his face,