As soon as the signal was given the cultivators immediately chose their target. Some choose the weakest while others band together against the strongest. They each picked the tactic they thought would lead them to victory.
"No hard feelings kid I just want to win" A cultivator wearing a skin armor from a Berserker Black bear.
Immediately after those forces, a powerful fist filled with orange flames came down towards a boy. However instead of fear the boy merely took his staff and waved a command.
"Up" he said and as soon as he said so he flew up dodging the fist of his attacker.
But due to him being mid-air, he became an easier target dozens of projectiles were aimed at him. The boy observed their attacks and could only smirk because of it.
"BOOM!" Smoke filled the air due to the impact of the attack.
"Heh sorry kid better luck next time!"
"Now it's one down!"
"All of you joined hands with me if you don't want to end up like him!"