Sincere Heart in Jianghu

After the time it takes to burn an incense stick had passed, the two of them still did not make a move. From the looks of it, they had no intentions of making a move either.

No one dared to make a sound. They all knew that this competition had surpassed the meaning of martial arts. Only those who had reached a certain level would dare to make such a competition.

To be able to perform such a competition, their martial arts skills were much higher than an ordinary person's. Even the slightest mistake in their eyes would result in a blow from the other party. This high level of concentration was a reflection of the highest realm of martial arts.

On the surface, it seemed ordinary and unremarkable, but those who truly understood it knew that there were many things hidden within. Between experts, one did not need too many moves.

Drops of sweat appeared on Yang Ming's forehead, and they slowly flowed down along his face. He knew that the other party's eyes were brimming with power, and that this power was tremendous, so long as he made the slightest mistake, then he would definitely not have any chance of survival if he made a move. Similarly, if the opportunity was right here with him acting, he would definitely not have any chance of survival.

The soil on the ground also began to soften up as they slowly sunk down. The two of them even had their lower halves slightly sunken in.

This tense atmosphere was somewhat unbearable, and even the people beside them held their breaths, hoping that it would end soon. However, no one could sense their current state of mind, yet they could feel the killing intent that could appear at any time.

The old monk's head started to emit some qi, and his body started to heat up.

At the same time, Yang Ming's body became hotter and hotter, and even his breathing became a little hurried. However, his eyes were still as sharp as ever, and he did not give his opponent any chance to escape.

This kind of contest was even more brutal than the real contest. The consumption of their stamina was also extremely great. They didn't know how much longer the two of them could hold on, but their eyes were filled with killing intent.

It was already late at night, and the horizon was already dark. The two of them had been staring at each other for a long time, so it was likely that they had consumed a great deal of their strength.

No one knew what the result would be, but were the two of them going to be left in a soft spot? Would they really be able to persevere like this? Or was there some sort of conspiracy behind it?

If someone were to attack at this moment, the consequences would be dire. Did the other party really think that way?

He Yue thought of this question first, he looked at Chen Sheng and the two of them stood by her side, watching the surroundings closely, in case anything happened.

The ten protectors, on the other hand, were on alert, ready to fight at any time.

The situation had escalated even further, and Yang Ming could feel a sense of pressure pressing on him. Did he really fall into his trap? The person in front of him was extremely powerful, so his martial arts skills were definitely not inferior to his own. The reason he chose this method, was definitely because he had some sort of goal and did not want to guess his goal, which was He Yue and Chen Sheng.

Unfortunately, their prediction was wrong, and nothing had changed. The old monk still had a faint smile on his face.

The night had already begun to turn dark, and the two still had no intention of stopping. Many people in the field were already tired, but what sort of situation were they in right now?

The old monk's body shook slightly, it seemed like he could not hold on any longer, and Yang Ming was not much better, his entire body was already drenched in sweat.

The night was getting deeper, and the surroundings were completely silent. Only the two of them were still persisting, and their murderous auras were still very strong.

A cold wind blew, blowing up the leaves and grass on the ground. The clothes of the two people were also blown up by the wind, hiding their eyes and faces.

However, their zhenqi could be felt by everyone within a few meters of them, and it did not affect their judgement at all.

To the bystanders, this kind of perseverance was somewhat inconceivable. How long could they last for? If this was a real fight, would the result be decided by now?

No one knew, no one could predict. Who was this old monk? He was able to persevere on against Yang Ming for so long, producing numerous capable people in Shaolin, but there were only a handful of people that had reached this realm, and it was possible that there was only one of them.

Yang Ming also thought about it, and his face slowly relaxed. If the opponent was really that master, then this matter would be considered a blessing to him. To be able to fight with him, was the dream of countless experts.

The sky was about to brighten and the competition was still continuing. No one knew when it would end or what kind of situation it would be when it ended.

Their bodies and minds had already reached the limit. Whoever could persist on with that last bit of true qi would likely be the final true victor.

The sky was about to brighten. Their faces were already a little yellow in color. Their skin was dry, and their spirits were lacking. Only their eyes were still as sharp as before. Were they humans? Such willpower was truly beyond the imagination of others. They simply couldn't believe that they had been able to concentrate for so long.

Some of them began to yawn and others began to relax. They were truly a little tired, and not only the physical fatigue, the mental torture was the most important.

This was the strangest competition that they had ever seen and also the most terrifying one. They could make their move at any time, yet they had never made a move, so there weren't any flaws in the opponent's attack. Whoever made the first move would become passive, and at this moment, a few small details would determine the outcome of this battle.

After a few hours, the two of them were almost completely immersed in their lower body. However, they did not dare to relax in the slightest. What kind of competition was this? The people beside them began to shake their heads.

They really hoped that the torture would end soon. They truly hoped that it would stop there.

The two of them suddenly dropped down at a faster rate, presumably, they had already reached the last moment, and everyone's spirits were lifted. The outcome of this competition was no longer important, they just wanted to finish it quickly.

Their bodies were sunken down, and they were already at their waists. If they were to move any further, they would not be able to see each other, and finally, Yang Ming was unable to endure it anymore. He exerted a little strength, and his entire body rose from the ground, landing on the ground.

The old monk also laughed loudly and jumped up from the ground. The two of them looked at each other and laughed out loud.

"Senior, today, Yang Ming is not a match for you, and when I have the chance in the future to experience your powerful technique, senior's inner strength is astonishing, and your willpower is far inferior to mine, I truly admire you!"