Still, it would not do to let them drift along with the current quite so smoothly. Shi Chun naturally had to decline first. He immediately raised a hand to stop them. "Everyone, don't get the wrong idea. I never intended to coast along until the tournament ends. I genuinely intend to do my part to win the Mystic Continent Championship, so don't look to me to lead you."
He looked as though he were drawing a firm line between them.
His words stunned the others, and their eyes filled with suspicion as they looked at him. Was he serious?
Mai Zhanchang's eyes darted about before he suddenly shouted, "We all came to do our part for the Mystic Continent! Nobody intends to coast along until the tournament ends!"
That shout brought everyone to their senses, and they promptly chimed in.
"That's right! We all came to do our part for the Mystic Continent. Nobody's slacking off!"
"Brother Wang, we certainly won't slack off!"
"Brother Wang, you're overthinking it. Who here hasn't been doing his part for the Mystic Continent all along?"
"If you don't believe me, look at the saber and sword wounds on my body. Which of these could I have gotten by slacking off?"
The louder they shouted and the livelier their clamor became, the more contempt they showed for Wang Sheng and his companions.
They had all figured it out. What are you huffing and puffing about, Wang Sheng? Why all the big talk? If you never intended to slack off, why would we be here? This whole mess started because someone caught you slacking off.
Now you say you won't slack off anymore? Anyone who believes that must have something wrong with his head. You think you can bluff your way through like that?
In short,