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!"
