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Clash on Platform Five
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As the sun's amber rays cascaded over the arena, casting a warm glow on the stone platforms, the next battle commenced on Platform Five. The crowd leaned forward, hushed in anticipation, as Duō Shēn and Duō Hóng prepared to clash. Their reputations as fierce contenders had preceded them; this would be a battle of endurance, strength, and skill that no one wanted to miss.

Duō Shēn stood tall at six-foot-three, his broad shoulders carrying the presence of a mountain. His sapphire-blue eyes gleamed with unwavering focus, and his long staff rested easily in his grip—a magnificent weapon of polished, dark wood, inlaid with silver patterns that shimmered as if alive. The faint hum it gave off seemed to pulse with his Qi, a silent promise of the power it could unleash.

Opposite him, Duō Hóng radiated a deadly elegance. Her whip, woven from steel threads and leather dyed deep red, coiled and writhed in her hand like a serpent eager to strike. When she flicked her wrist, sparks leapt from the
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