Lin Feng's expression remained relaxed.
To him, this level of pressure was nothing.
But for the students, it was a completely different story.
Another ten breaths passed.
More students began to groan under the pressure.
Several finally sat down on the ground, breathing heavily as they admitted defeat.
The moment they sat down, the pressure on them immediately vanished.
They looked up at their struggling classmates with complicated expressions.
Meanwhile, the strongest students continued to endure.
Among them, Lin Feng's original six students stood the firmest.
Their bodies trembled slightly, but none of them had fallen yet.
Their eyes burned with determination as they refused to embarrass themselves in front of their mentor.
The pressure continued to rise.
Twenty breaths.
Thirty breaths.
The stadium was now filled with heavy breathing, gritted teeth, and the occasional thud of another student collapsing to their knees.
Yet Lin Feng remained completely unmoved.
