"Actually, although each of your Sumeru Rings has a recording function, before the Myriad Sects Imperial War truly ends, you still have room to negotiate the distribution among yourselves. In other words, allocating your gains reasonably will help improve your final rankings." Ji Ziling said with a smile.
Naturally, there were hidden intricacies of internal competition involved as well!
How to balance the team against the individual was a whole discipline in itself.
And at this moment, the geniuses present were far from being a solid block. In the hearts of a small number of them, undercurrents had already begun to stir.
At that moment, Huangfu Yu was the first to step up beside Li Tianming. Wearing a brilliant smile, he shoved Ji Xuanjian back by a position.
"Shoo, shoo, standing around here like a post with no sense at all. Why aren't you helping our Destiny Bro relax a little?" As he spoke, Huangfu Yu began kneading Li Tianming's shoulders. He continued, "Destiny Bro, let's grow bigger and stronger together. We just need to work hard together—that's all. Personal scores, team scores, they're all passing clouds. You'll take good care of us, right?"
Li Tianming shook his head helplessly. "What, do you take me for a god? There are so many powerful people in this Myriad Sects Imperial War. It'll already be good enough if I can take care of myself."
"Don't start morally kidnapping people here, all right? And why are you squeezing me out? Move it, this is my spot!" Ji Xuanjian cursed.
"Oh, what yours and mine? Destiny Bro, I don't ask for that much. You're strong—just don't kick us brothers aside when the time comes. If we score normally, we won't have any hope anyway. Why would we shamelessly cling on and refuse to leave?"