Platform Four drew a restless crowd, the atmosphere thick with excitement. Standing at its center was Duō Wěi, his presence nearly overwhelming. At thirteen, Wěi's beauty was almost otherworldly—a rare blend of strength and refinement. His raven-black hair cascaded down in a smooth, high ponytail that accentuated his sharp, graceful jawline. His sapphire-blue eyes, cold and striking, sparkled with an almost eerie intensity. His skin, smooth and flawless, caught the sunlight, making him appear both fierce and ethereal. His armor, fitted close against his frame, sculpted to his powerful build, highlighted every chiseled line of his physique, his aura intimidating yet alluring."Just look at him...Wěi-jīe's like something from a dream!" one girl whispered breathlessly to her friend, who nodded, her cheeks flushed with admiration."He's not just good-looking—he's perfect!" another added, practically swooning.In the distance, a few boys exchanged murmurs, impressed with Wěi's skill. Thoug

The crowd held its breath as Duō Zen stepped onto Platform Six, his very presence commanding silence. Zen was a force to behold, his body forged like iron, each muscle sculpted with precision yet compact, revealing only a fraction of the immense power contained within. His deep blue eyes, calm yet unyielding, seemed to pierce straight through the arena. Black hair framed his tanned face, kept in check by a simple headband, giving him the rugged, indomitable look of a warrior born for battle.He wore no shirt, as if mocking those who needed armor to protect themselves. His fists were wrapped in sleek black cestuses, their metallic sheen catching the sunlight, promising ruin to anything they struck. Many in the audience whispered that Zen looked less like a man and more like a martial king who had stepped out of an ancient mural—unshakable, immovable, forged by stone and fire.On the opposite side stood Duō Míng, cloaked in mystery. His form was wrapped in dark robes that obscured his b

As the sun edged towards the afternoon peak, Platform Two braced itself for an intense showdown. Onlookers buzzed with excitement and apprehension, the air thick with anticipation for the next match that had already set a new standard for this tournament.Duō Zen and Duō Shēn, both powerhouses in their own right, stepped onto the platform, each emanating a palpable aura of determination. Duō Zen, fresh from his recent breakthrough, radiated with raw power that was visible in his every move. His fists, still bruised from his last battle, flexed as he raised them, black cestuses gleaming ominously.His chest rose and fell steadily, his eyes narrowing as he assessed his opponent.On the opposite side, Duō Shēn stood tall, his staff gripped tightly, its silver inlay flashing in the sunlight. His sapphire-blue eyes locked onto Zen's with unwavering focus. Shēn's earlier match had barely winded him, his strength as deep and steady as a mountain, and he planned to use every ounce of it.The

As the dust settled over Platform Three, the murmurs of the crowd turned into a chorus of bewildered cheers and hushed whispers. The clash had ended in a rare stalemate, leaving both Duō Yī and Duō Xuān sprawled on the ground, chests heaving, qi utterly spent. The energy among the clan members was electric, the air thick with awe and suspense.But beneath the excitement lurked a troubling question: there were only three referrals to the White Crane Sect, yet four warriors had proven themselves worthy. How would the Duō Clan resolve this?At the main platform, the elders gathered, their expressions torn between pride and frustration. Elder Lǐ, presiding in calm authority, cast his gaze across his peers. Around him, voices rose in low, sharp debates, each elder championing their favored candidate.Elder Duō Jì, the strategist, broke through first, his tone firm and commanding."Xuān is the clear choice. His mastery of the sword speaks for itself—every strike deliberate, precise, unshaken

Weeks drifted by like a slow-moving river. The once-bustling excitement after the intense clan tournament had settled into a tranquil lull. The match to decide the three chosen for the White Crane Sect referral had passed, and the dust of competition had long since settled. A faint ripple of unease lingered in the air over the mysterious disappearance of two guards, but Elder Lǐ had assured the clan he would look into it. His words had closed the matter with quiet finality, leaving the clan to move on as if nothing had happened.And so, the days ticked by in a rhythm of anticipation and preparation. The younger generation of the Duō Clan had their eyes set on the White Crane Sect, each one brimming with dreams of ascension, adventure, and strength. For those honored with a referral, the clan elders invested time and energy in their final preparations. Special training sessions were held, and life-saving tools—talismans, elixirs, and rare artifacts—were granted. These tokens of protect