On the bluestone slabs of the Cyan Qilin Platform, Yang Jing and Wei Dongting faced off from a distance.
The morning light spilled down, casting their shadows upon the ground. One stood tall and straight in a white robe, his expression serene; the other was clad in combat attire, his gaze burning with killing intent.
The clamor surrounding the high platform seemed to be cut off by an invisible barrier. All eyes were locked tightly on the two combatants, and even the Elders at the judges' table looked on with greater solemnity.
Wei Dongting was the first to move. With a low roar, he pushed off with his legs, charging swiftly and ferociously toward Yang Jing.
His Inner Strength surged, and a faint crimson glow emanated from his palms—a clear sign that he was unleashing the Fiery Sun Palm with all his might.
