Boom!
The first to make a move was a young man in a black robe.
His figure shifted, appearing on the right like a ghost, and he struck his palm toward a nearby female disciple.
That female disciple reacted extremely quickly. Her fair hand lifted lightly, and a curtain of water appeared out of thin air, dispersing most of the palm force.
But the black-robed young man pressed the attack relentlessly. In the next instant, another palm strike came at her again...
The black-robed young man's attack seemed to light the fuse.
Seeing this, the other disciples struck one after another, launching attacks at the disciples around them.
For a time, the entire Martial Arts Arena plunged into a chaotic melee.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Sword energy crisscrossed wildly, and saber light poured down like a waterfall.
Fist shadows and palm winds wove together, while multicolored spiritual power bloomed across the stage.
It seemed beautiful, yet every inch of it contained killing intent...
"Form a formation!"
Someone shouted loudly.
Three or four disciples were seen swiftly drawing close with perfect tacit understanding, forming a small battle formation. They covered one another from different angles, jointly resisting attacks from all directions.
Clearly, these few had formed an alliance within an extremely short time.
"Take care of the lone ones first!"
On the other side, seven or eight disciples also seemed to share an unspoken understanding as they attacked a lone sect disciple at the same time.
That disciple was not weak, but two fists could not fend off four hands. After barely blocking a few moves, he was forced to the edge of the ring by a sharp sword light.
"I... admit defeat!"
He shouted through gritted teeth, then jumped off the ring.
The spectators below immediately erupted in cries of surprise.