Ming He Sect Master stretched out a hand downward, and a blood-red streak erged on the calm sea surface, forming a persistent river of blood.
After all competitors landed behind the Blood River, they looked at each other, an inexplicable tension rising on the sea surface. Everyone wore a serious expression, whether it was for the title of the world’s number one or for the rit Gold dal and rit Trophy, everyone wanted to fight for it, unwilling to fall behind.
Aoguang coiled his dragon body tightly, his whole body tensing. He turned his head and looked at the handso youth stamping his feet next to him, asking in surprise, "What are you doing?"
Qingfeng proudly said, "You don’t know? This is called leveraging. As long as I’m fast enough, the sea surface will collapse under , creating a strong reaction force that will let soar to the skies during the race.
What’s the use of coiling yourself up? You should trample on the sea surface like !"
"You don’t understand! After the competition starts, I’ll start exerting force from my tail, and my body pushing layer by layer will create a powerful thrust. As long as my body is long enough, I can also soar to the skies."
The two exchanged looks, and each could see the sa thought in the other’s eyes—they are clever, a formidable opponent indeed!
Aoguang looked toward the other indifferent Demon Immortals, lanting, "Looks like the champion will either be you or ! What’s your na? When I win the championship, I will rember your na."
"I am Qingfeng! What is your na? When I win the championship, I will rember your na too."
"I am Aoguang!"
Their eyes t again, sparks flying in the air.
"Ready—" A voice echoed from above.
Below, everyone assud various poses, Qingfeng’s on-the-spot stepping created afterimages, with the nearby sea surface being trod into a depression, splashing water around.
"Jump!" Ming He commanded.
Whoosh—A splash of water erupted, Qingfeng instantly dashed forward.
Next to him, Aoguang also stretched his dragon body, springing up from the ground.
The rest of the Demon Immortals also leaped out simultaneously, so shooting forward like arrows, others leaping upwards forming a wide arc; this included Dubo, Golden Light Immortal, Maitreya, etc., all jumping upwards.
Various figures danced in midair; Aoguang, bracing against the wind, jetted out, his dragon body unfolding, experiencing flying through a leap for the first ti, felt quite thrilling!
Thud—Aoguang only felt a heaviness above him, a great force hitting his head, he plumted straight into the sea, the sea instantly beca viscous and fixated Aoguang, leaving only half of his dragon body exposed, ceaselessly wagging his tail.
On the other side, Qingfeng wasn’t much better off, also trampled by soone, diving headfirst into the water, only leaving two legs flailing, filled with helplessness and despair.
Many other little monsters plumted straight into the sea, while so figures leveraged again to soar higher, performing a second leap with graceful postures.
Suddenly, a ribbon flew out in midair, like a Spirit Snake, fiercely wrapping around the third foot of the Three-legged Golden Toad; the toad’s expression changed.
The ribbon tightened suddenly, a great force transmitted from its foot.
"Quack—" the Three-legged Golden Toad cried out in agony, its body suddenly flying backward, Moonlight leveraging the force to accelerate forward, smiling as he flew.
All of a sudden, darkness fell over Moonlight, who abruptly looked up only to see a mber of the Phoenix Clan with divine fla patterns on his forehead stepping on Moonlight’s face, leveraging it to drift away.
Moonlight plopped into the water.
Dubo swiftly grabbed a long worm, fiercely swinging it, the long sea snake twirling like a windmill, sweeping several competitors flying, clearing a wide swath.
More and more figures fell from the sky, crashing onto the sea surface, so were exhausted while others were hit.
On another side, a string of prayer beads flew towards Zhenwu Shield; Zhenwu stepped up one foot over the other, narrowly shot up a hundred ters high, the prayer beads splashing beside Golden Light Immortal, who scread agonizingly and fell onto the sea surface.
A mber of the Demon Clan suddenly embraced Zhenwu, the two tumbling and falling onto the sea surface, half-subrged.
Ling Ya Immortal called out loud, "Senior Brother, let assist you!" shifting beside Dubo and throwing a punch, thud—hitting right at Dubo’s sole.
Ling Ya Immortal imdiately fell, whereas Dubo shot up straight like a cannonball, his Daoist robe fluttering as he surged ahead.
Maitreya put his hand on Jin Naluo’s shoulder, roaring, "For the glory of the Western Sect, go!" exerting all his strength in a push, Jin Naluo burst forward.
Maitreya too fell onto the sea surface, his gaze fixed on the flying figure ahead.
Dubo’s face wore a gentle smile, the champion of the long jump is destined to be mine, for this is the Jie Sect, and I am the first disciple of the Jie Sect, the favored by Qi Fortune.
The audience in the stands also watched those two figures, all other competitors had already fallen, only Dubo and Jin Naluo were left chasing each other, their speed and shapes rapidly descending.
The audience couldn’t help but tense up, who would be the victor?
Suddenly, Dubo’s speeding body paused, a strong pulling force ca from behind, thud—both fell onto the sea surface, setting off a splash, many spectators abruptly stood up, wondering who won at last.
As the splashes dispersed, Ming He declared loudly from midair, "Now I announce, the first group’s winner is Western Sect’s Jin Naluo."
"Jin Naluo!"
"Western Sect won!"
"Amitabha~"
Cheers of joy rose from the Western Sect.
In the sea, half of Dubo’s body was subrged, his expression extrely grim, having lost at his own doorstep, turning his head to see Jin Naluo who was just a half step further than him.
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