With the order given, every sect sprang into action.
Shi Chun turned and happened to catch Tong Mingshan looking his way. He immediately patted his arm. "It's time for you to make your move. You know what I want. Don't think about anything else. Focus on this contest!"
Tong Mingshan heard the unspoken message: troops were maintained for a thousand days to be used in a single moment. Back in the Divine Fire Domain, they had braved all manner of risks and exhausted every means to acquire divine fires for him. He had practically enjoyed the fruits of their labor all this time, and now it was indeed his turn to contribute. Otherwise, all those calls of "Sect Master" would truly have been wasted on him.
Of course, he knew what the Chief wanted. It was simple and direct: benefits, great benefits-the reward for taking first place!
"Sect Master, focus on the contest!" Chu Jingtang called out as well.
"Sect Master, let loose and show them what you've got!"
"That's right! Our Bright Mountain Sect may be brand-new, but we're no toothless tigers!"
Faced with his companions' encouragement, Tong Mingshan ignored the watchful gazes from the Hundred Refinements Sect. He turned to everyone and nodded firmly, then resolutely turned away and stepped into the arena.
Wu Jinliang immediately thrust his arm up and shouted again, "When our Sect Master steps forth, who dares contend?"
He directed those words at their own people on either side.
The others froze for a moment, before Chu Jingtang hurriedly raised his arm in support. "When our Sect Master steps forth, none can contend!"
The rest immediately followed suit, raising their arms and shouting, "When our Sect Master steps forth, none can contend!"
At first, their cries were a chaotic jumble. Only after three or