Chapter 17: Finals
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The sun's last rays bathed Platform Three in a radiant glow, turning the stage into a gilded battleground. The audience fell silent, breaths held in anticipation of the final match—one that would determine the final referral to the White Crane Sect. Onlookers leaned forward, eyes wide with awe, as Duō Yī stepped onto the platform.

Duō Yī was a vision, a figure of ethereal beauty and calm determination. His long, silvery-white hair cascaded past his shoulders, catching the fading light and giving him a mesmerizing, otherworldly appearance. His pale skin and azure-blue eyes mirrored the boundless sky, seeming to glow in contrast to his pristine white staff. Every detail of him, from his silent poise to the aura of restrained power, exuded an air of perfection. He looked like a painting come to life—a celestial warrior, untouched by the dust and turmoil of the mortal realm.

Across from him, Duō Xuān took his place on the platform with a quiet elegance that rivaled Duō Yī's celestial pres
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