South Heavenly Gate, forged by Divine Glass, illuminated by Advanced Fire Springs, glistens brilliantly with thousands of auspicious radiances rolling in crimson mist, and ten thousand beams of golden radiance spraying purple mist.
Qin Ming steps down, facing the Sun Elf Clan alone.
"It's really him making a move," an expert from the foreign tribe with mysterious patterns in his purple pupils tries to see through the youth, assessing his power.
"Let me!"
"Let me do it!"
A group of Sun Elves, no longer gentle and elegant, vie to step down, all eyeing the boy wearing a bronze mask on the field.
Above the moon, the duel commences.
A male Sun Elf approaches, no longer in a nature-acquainted outfit, but dressed in retro attire from the Great Yu area, with flowing sleeves and a wooden hairpin inserted on his head.
The two exchange no words, immediately striking, both wishing for a swift conclusion.
