Daqi was founded on martial prowess and has always valued the Martial Arts.
Every State Mansion has a martial arts arena for people to compete, practice their skills, or even fight to the death.
The Divine Capital is no exception.
Soft tomb soil, when ceaselessly pounded by Martial Arts masters, transforms into an incredibly hard earthen stone.
Even a Second-Grade Grandmaster would struggle to leave a significant mark on it.
The martial arts arena, constructed from this material, was over ten acres in size. Upon it, two Swordmen stood facing each other.
They had yet to make a move.
But their two Sword Intents were already clashing across the distance, kicking up a fierce wind that forced the onlookers to retreat again and again.
"Daoist."
Jiao Ru began.
"Who do you think will win?"
"Sword Madman, I suppose," Zhu Ju said casually.
"His foundation is deeper."
