"The token that you were handed is colored for your group, and the number is how we will call you down to participate in the next fight. Every fight is monitored by all of us Elders, and as such we WILL end a fight if it looks like someone is about to be seriously injured or killed.
Remember everyone, these are spars. Exchanging of techniques, honing of your blades, a display for your skills. You are here to take another step onto the Path of Cultivation with the help of your fellow Disciples, from your own Sect and from others. You are not fighting to maim. You are not fighting to the death. Understood?"
The towering and sharp man that stood at the top of the floating dais swept his blazing golden eyes across everyone, making sure we really understood what he was saying and ensuring that the gravity of the situation rested on our shoulders.
