Eight Trigrams Lock the Blazing Sun, Night-Illuminating Daoist

On the arena platform.

Two figures crisscrossed, darting and weaving within that confined space. Afterimages flew wildly, and every punch struck flesh.

They were Chang'anzi and Goodhearted Daoist.

The latter came from the Spirit Official Sect, a guardian lineage of the Daoist Tradition renowned for its formidable fighting strength and tough hides.

Since the martial trials began, Goodhearted Daoist was the first person to withstand a punch from Chang'anzi. They had already exchanged dozens of blows.

Both fought with wholehearted delight.

In body tempering, they were evenly matched opponents.

This primitive, savage fighting made many Daoist Tradition practitioners frown, while quite a few martial artists watched in excitement.

After the force of another collision drove them apart, Chang'anzi and Goodhearted Daoist exchanged a glance. With an unspoken understanding, each drew his Dharma Artifact.

Goodhearted Daoist took out his Iron Whip, while Chang'anzi lowered his heavy sword. The moment he set it down, a weighty thud rang out.

"Fellow Daoist, take care."

Chang'anzi offered the warning.

Goodhearted Daoist replied excitedly, "I offer you the same words, fellow Daoist."

As their words fell, both Daoists moved at once.

At the first collision of their Dharma Artifacts, the heavy sword shook Goodhearted Daoist's grip numb, despite his preparations.

Fortunately, he was no ordinary Daoist, and the Iron Whip in his hand had considerable weight of its own. He adjusted instantly.

Their Dharma Artifacts clashed, explosive cracks rang through the air, space distorted, and Magic Power surged. The two Daoists exchanged another several dozen blows.

Like a needle's point meeting a wheat awn, neither yielded an inch. Their battle even kindled a measure of mutual admiration.

After more than a hundred exchanges, Chang'anzi and Goodhearted Daoist decided to settle the match in a single strike.

"Fellow Daoist, take a blow from my whip!"

**"Fellow