On the eastern side of the Imperial Palace, in the martial arts arena, the ground paved with Green Steel Rock gleamed with luster.
Eighteen coiling dragon stone pillars surrounded the area, standing silently. On the ground, dim, reinforcement array patterns sprawled disorderly, dividing the arena into several irregular sections.
In the center, a distance of ten zhang.
Jiang Ning, clad in a black robe with a seal hanging at his waist, stood tall like a pine tree.
Opposite him, Master Ku Hai's emaciated body draped in a cassock, his eyes and brows lowered, resembling an ancient Buddha in meditation.
The breeze that swept through the arena suddenly halted at that moment, as if the space had become frozen.
"Amitabha." Ku Hai slowly spoke, his voice calm, "Marquis, in our sparring, let's limit it to three moves, how about that?"
With his words, the frozen arena resumed its flow.
At this moment, Jiang Ning nodded slightly: "Agreed!"
"Good." Ku Hai also nodded slightly.
