A minute and a half later, Wexman's eyes began to show obvious confusion and astonishment.
Based on his extensive combat experience, he had judged that the young man before him should have shown signs of declining strength half a minute ago, which would turn the tide of the battle, allowing him to break free from the current passive situation.
But damn it, a minute and a half had passed, and every swing of the other party's hammer was still so powerful, so swift!
On the contrary, it was his strength that was gradually waning.
This inexplicable irritation began to bother Wexman.
Had the opponent taken some potion beforehand?
Therefore, he could maintain his current state.
A potent stamina potion?
Probably not!
Because that could only increase his stamina by about ten to twenty percent.
A magic blood potion?
Clearly not either!