Ming He Sect Master stretched out a hand downward, and a blood-red streak emerged 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 Merit Gold Medal and Merit 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 handsome 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 me, creating a strong reaction force that will let me soar to the skies during the race.
What’s the use of coiling yourself up? You should trample on the sea surface like me!"
"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 same thought in the other’s eyes—they are clever, a formidable opponent indeed!
Aoguang looked toward the other indifferent Demon Immortals, lamenting, "Looks like the champion will either be you or me! What’s your name? When I win the championship, I will remember your name."
"I am Qingfeng! What is your name? When I win the championship, I will remember your name too."
Their eyes met again, sparks flying in the air.
"Ready—" A voice echoed from above.
Below, everyone assumed 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, some 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 time, felt quite thrilling!
Thud—Aoguang only felt a heaviness above him, a great force hitting his head, he plummeted straight into the sea, the sea instantly became 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 someone, diving headfirst into the water, only leaving two legs flailing, filled with helplessness and despair.
Many other little monsters plummeted straight into the sea, while some 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 member of the Phoenix Clan with divine flame 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, some 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 meters high, the prayer beads splashing beside Golden Light Immortal, who screamed agonizingly and fell onto the sea surface.
A member of the Demon Clan suddenly embraced Zhenwu, the two tumbling and falling onto the sea surface, half-submerged.
Ling Ya Immortal called out loud, "Senior Brother, let me assist you!" shifting beside Dubo and throwing a punch, thud—hitting right at Dubo’s sole.
Ling Ya Immortal immediately 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 came 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."
Cheers of joy rose from the Western Sect.
In the sea, half of Dubo’s body was submerged, his expression extremely grim, having lost at his own doorstep, turning his head to see Jin Naluo who was just a half step further than him.