The western crags swallowed the last sliver of the sun, casting long, crimson shadows across the mountain stadium. Deep purple hues bled into the twilight sky, illuminated only by the burning golden glow of the floating sky-screens.
[GRAND FINALS]
Lin Xiaobao vs. Shen Hang
Ten thousand spectators sat frozen in the stone tiers, their breath held so tight that not a single silk hem rustled against the seats. Down in the courtyard, six thousand four hundred disciples stood rigidly in formation, their eyes locked onto the solitary, three-hundred-foot blue jade platform floating in the center of the world.
Shen Hang stepped onto the jade slab. He carried no custom treasure or forged relic. In his right hand, he held a plain, unadorned iron disciple spear pulled from the common rack. Passing his heavy weapon to his left hand, he reached into the leather supply box beside the ring and snapped six metallic 9-Star Weight Bracelets onto his wrists—three on the left, three on the right.
