The ring was ready. The mats lay flat, thick foam wrapped the corner posts, and red ropes stretched taut beneath the lights.
All the lights in the venue were on, illuminating the entire ring as brightly as daylight.
The junior sister serving as an assistant mounted her phone on a tripod, adjusted the angle, and flashed an OK sign at the camera.
The livestream's viewer count had already surged from two million to three million. Comments raced across the screen so quickly that individual messages were almost impossible to read.
Xu Yunda walked slowly toward the camera, wearing an open black training jacket over his bare torso. His muscles were sleek and explosive, and the flippant attitude he had shown onstream had given way to the composure and dignity of a disciple from a prestigious sect.
He cupped his hands toward the camera. Through the microphone, his voice carried throughout the venue and reached every viewer clearly.
"Hello to everyone in our livestream family, and all our friends here today." Xu Yunda's sharp gaze swept across the camera, his voice ringing with conviction.
"I'm Xu Yunda, a thirty-eighth-generation disciple of the Mount Qingcheng Sect. I'm not here today to put on a livestream stunt or chase views and traffic. I'm here to make friends through martial arts and showcase the thousand-year martial legacy of our Mount Qingcheng Sect!"
As his words fell, the Qingcheng disciples below the ring bowed in unison and shouted, "Glory to Qingcheng! May our martial legacy endure forever!"
Their voices shook even the venue's windows slightly, and comments instantly flooded the livestream:
[Now that's presence! This is what a real martial arts sect looks like!]
[Brother Da's thinking big! This isn't a match—it's a whole promotional event for his sect!]
[That girl just did ten thousand