The teams for the beanbag toss game were quickly divided, with Qi Ye and Jue Ming, the two single guys, assigned to different teams. Qi Ye's team would be the attackers, while Jue Ming's team would be the defenders.

At this moment, Qi Ye was enthusiastically motivating his junior brothers.

"Brothers, see those guys over there? They're all pushovers, paper tigers! We're going to take them all down in one fell swoop, are you confident?!"

All the disciples shouted excitedly, "We have confidence!"

The Wanhua Sect disciples, mixed among the Shushan Sword Sect disciples, also shouted along with eager expressions, as this novel game was something they had never experienced before.

Qi Ye gestured for silence, then continued, "Junior Uncle will keep our cultivation and physique at the level of ordinary people, so all we have left is our determination. We must summon an indomitable will and destroy them on the level of will! They are no longer our fellow disciples, but our opponents and enemies! We will use the sandbags in our hands to blast them to dust! Do you have the determination?!"

The disciples roared even more fervently, "We are determined!"

Qi Ye nodded in satisfaction, then waved his hand and shouted, "Don't reveal your determination now; let the enemy see it! Today, our strategy is to attack my Shu Mountain Sword Sect first, then flank them from both sides. Do you understand?!"

No sooner had Qi Ye finished speaking than Jing Lei raised his hand and said, "Senior brother, I think the disciples of the Myriad Flowers Sect are easier to attack. Why don't we attack them first?"

Before Qi Ye could even reply to Jing Lei's words, he had already received dozens of disapproving glances.

Fairy Lily said angrily, "We all have the same physical condition, so why are those from our Myriad Flowers Sect easier to attack?"

"that is!"

"That's right, you're not allowed to look down on us like that!"

Faced with a group of delicate young girls surrounding him, Jing Lei remained calm and said in a deep voice, "We have a set of unparalleled martial arts techniques. After practicing them every day, our body flexibility will be incomparable to yours."

His words were like a bomb dropped on a calm lake, and the girls of the Myriad Flowers Sect immediately launched a barrage of criticism.

"Impossible! Female cultivators are naturally more flexible than male cultivators!"

“We also need to exercise regularly. We may not be good at cultivation, combat, or physical strength, but we are definitely not bad at flexibility.”

"You have your own techniques, and so do we! We also train very diligently every day!"

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Qi Ye decisively shouted, "Stop! What we need to do now is unite against a common enemy, not fight amongst ourselves! As for why we're prioritizing attacks on our Shu Mountain Sword Sect disciples..."

"Smack!"

Qi Ye shoved a large potsticker onto the back of Jing Lei's head: "How did Junior Uncle teach you?! Listen to me and do as I say! Would I tell you that the Wan Hua Sect disciples can affect their actions on the field?!"

Ye Feng, who had been keeping a close eye on the situation on both sides, immediately slapped himself in the face. He felt that Qi Ye had squandered all the face he had built up over the years.

Qingcheng spat out the tea she had just drunk, and after catching her breath, she laughed and said, "Now I know why your Shushan Sword Sect is so strong, yet you're all still single. These guys aren't just straight men, they're down to the level of complete idiots."

Ye Feng looked up at the sky with a sense of utter despair, then slowly closed his eyes. Exhausted, weary, sleepy—perhaps this world should be destroyed.

In contrast to the active presence of the Seven Nights faction, the Jue Ming faction was solemn and filled with a murderous aura.

Because Liu Yun had someone else in mind, she wasn't in the participating team, so Ye Feng pulled her out to be a commentator.

At Ye Feng's signal, Liu Yun announced loudly with a smile, "The first joint event between the Shu Mountain Sword Sect and the Myriad Flowers Sect, the Sandbag Competition, is now beginning. Please welcome the contestants from both sides to enter the arena."

"Oh oh oh oh..."

After Liu Yun finished speaking, the rest of the audience and disciples erupted in cheers, instantly filling the atmosphere at the scene.

Qi Ye and Jue Ming immediately led their respective junior brothers into the arena. When they reached the center of the arena, Qi Ye and Jue Ming stood facing each other head-on.

Liu Yun said, "We can see that Qi Ye and Senior Brother Jue Ming have already clashed. Although they haven't said anything, I can already feel the subtle atmosphere between them. What follows is bound to be a fierce battle. Please wait and see!"

"Alright, both sides have taken their stances. We're just waiting for the most dashing and debonair junior uncle of my Shushan Sword Sect to give the order, and this great battle will officially begin!"

Ye Feng, embarrassed, shouted "Start!" and Chunlu Sect Master Li Wushuang and the others turned their faces away to suppress their laughter.

Although Ye Feng's shout of "Start!" was soft, it directly ignited the fuse of the entire battlefield.

As the tee hitter, Qi Ye's eyes flashed with a glint of light. Then he raised his left arm. Because of the need for exercise, they had all put on short shirts that made it easier to exert force. Judging from the bulging muscles on Qi Ye's arm, this shot would definitely be a thunderous one.

Liu Yun had a natural talent for commentary and was now energetically building up the atmosphere: "We can see that Senior Brother Qi Ye has already taken his stance. He's gathering his strength in his dantian, raising his arm, and I'm sure this attack will be a fatal blow! Oh! It's thrown! We see this sandbag fly out like a shooting star! Its target is Junior Brother Ye Fan on the defending side! Junior Brother Ye Fan has a sinister smile on his lips, presumably because he doesn't care about this fatal blow!"

Ye Fan was indeed dismissive of this attack. This level of speed was nothing to him. He only needed to make a '·)' movement to easily dodge it!

"We see Junior Brother Ye Fan has already started to move! He has already seen that the sandbag's attack point is his stomach, and he quickly turns to the side, sticking his butt out nimbly to dodge..."

"Bang!"

"Spot on target! Junior Brother Ye Fan is eliminated! Senior Brother Qi Ye actually threw a banana kick! The sandbag hit Junior Brother Ye's upturned butt right in the face! It's as if Junior Brother Ye willingly offered his butt to be hit."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Junior Brother Ye is in a bad situation, but Senior Brother Qiye is really amazing for being able to throw a banana ball with an ordinary human body."

"Wow, the game of Shushan Sword Sect is so interesting! All we can do is plant flowers and grass, and suddenly I feel so bored."

"That ball can even curve! Aren't we forbidden from using spiritual power? Can you throw a ball like that using only your physical body?"

...

The game continues.

Jing Lei had already taken the sandbag, and then threw it into the field with all his might.

Compared to Seven Nights' banana kick, Thunder's was less flashy and more like a simple straight kick.

Pang Bo looked at the straight shot and smiled confidently. "I'll protect Ye Fan's smile. I'm sure I can catch this shot and save his life. Good brothers should walk together for life!"

"Bang!"

A dull thud rang out as Pang Bo caught the sandbag steadily!

Liu Yun exclaimed in surprise, "Look! Junior Brother Pang Bo caught that sandbag! Junior Brother Jing Lei just threw a regular straight ball? Holy crap, there's a variation! It's a double-stage power!"

His voice cracked towards the end.

The changes in the scene were so rapid that his emotions were on a rollercoaster ride.

The sandbag, which had been steadily in Pang Bo's hand, suddenly exploded again, sending Pang Bo, who was nearly two meters tall, flying!

"Junior Brother Pang Bo eliminated! Another victory added to the offensive team!"