Chapter 1168

"I want to ask—are the arena's rules really only those? For example, do special professions have any special rules or exceptions?" Lin Cheng inquired.

"What is your profession?" the referee asked after considering it, out of fairness in the arena match.

It does make sense. For example, some special professions that aren't adept at combat would indeed be at a disadvantage compared to ordinary combat professions when fighting.

"Forgemaster."

"Then you must have forged many weapons and pieces of equipment. Indeed, compared to ordinary professions, a Forgemaster isn't adept at combat and is better at logistics."

Lin Cheng nodded.

The referee also had his own judgment standards.

A Forgemaster spends the year forging iron and crafting all kinds of weapons and equipment; his stamina and strength are in no way inferior to those of combat professions. However, in terms of combat experience, what this Forgemaster probably wants to ask about is the restrictions on weapons.

A Forgemaster has forged many weapons. In a competition like this, he can't possibly only have one or two weapons of his own. Would frequently switching between weapons make the opponent feel it's unfair?

But when it comes to his most proficient weapon, it's still the short-handled iron hammer that always accompanies his hand, which gives almost no combat advantage.

Secondly, the arena rules never stated that a challenger can't switch weapons mid-match, let alone that these weapons were forged by himself—they belong to him, no mistake about it.

The reason he's asking this way is probably to ask whether he can switch weapons mid-match?

If that's the case, then.

The referee had an answer in his heart.

"How about this—the arena rules do lack a bit of consideration for special professions like Forgemasters. As long as the weapons and equipment are forged by yourself, they are permitted for use in the arena."

At this, the audience also expressed understanding. Dealing with a Forgemaster naturally requires taking into account the many or bizarre weapons in his hands.

"Really?" Lin Cheng asked once more to confirm.

"That's right." The referee nodded.

"Then there's no problem. Announce the start of the match."

Lin Cheng had assumed there would be restrictions on various weapons and equipment, yet there were none at all. They even said any weapon he forged himself could be used—would a Forgemaster really use weapons forged by someone else?

Very quickly, Lin Cheng took out five mechanical servants from his spatial ring. To deal with that young lady, these five fourth-tier mechanical servants would be enough.

But the referee was startled. Just as he was about to announce the start of the match, he saw Lin Cheng take out five iron lumps, calf-high, pitch-black, and resembling dolls.

"What is this?"

Instinctively, he felt this thing seemed somewhat unfair.

"Metal guardians I forged. They are my weapons—why, are they not allowed?"

Lin Cheng asked back with a half-smile.

Everyone had heard the referee's words earlier, so trying to back out now probably wouldn't work either.

The referee could tell at a glance that these metal guardians might violate the rules, but thinking of the words he had just said with his own mouth, he couldn't very well slap his own face now.

"Fine, of course you can." He had no choice but to agree, bracing himself.

"Are both sides ready?"

"Ready." The female martial artist standing at the other end was full of confidence in herself, but if she had to deal with six, that confidence would be a bit lacking.

Especially when she had heard earlier that her opponent was a Forgemaster—she was overjoyed. No matter how poor her combat skills were, she couldn't possibly lose to a blacksmith, right?

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long!

"Both sides are ready. Then the duel begins!"

The moment the referee dropped his arm, it signaled that an intense battle had already begun.......

Yet neither side made the first move.

The five mechanical servants placed in front of Lin Cheng activated the instant the words fell. They stood up in unison at the same time, their gazes turning toward the female martial artist at the other end. Eager to try, they occasionally spun their bodies and struck combat poses, looking just like humans warming up before a fight, even striking poses from time to time.

"These little guys are so cute—how much for one?" The female martial artist was drawn in by the cute display of the mechanical servants and couldn't help asking.

"These aren't for sale. If you insist, the price might be very steep!" Lin Cheng declined tactfully.

Of course, he never refused tycoons either, but tycoons are never short of experts around them, so these mechanical servants truly only have collectible value—the poor can't afford them, the rich have no use for them, the classic series.

"Alright then." The young lady felt regret, knowing her wallet's limits, and her companions wouldn't buy a low-combat-prop either.

"I don't want to bully you either. How about this—as long as you defeat my metal guardians, you win. How about it?" Lin Cheng was generous for once.

If it really came down to six against one, even if Lin Cheng won, he'd probably be denounced by that group of big men below.

If possible, he really hoped the young lady could defeat the five mechanical servants and fulfill her dream.

But he was also confident in the mechanical servants' strength. Let alone just one young lady, adding one more wouldn't be a problem.

It wasn't that he was targeting anyone—there wasn't a single person present who could take on five mechanical servants!

"You said it yourself!" Confidence returned somewhat to the female martial artist's face. They were nothing but a bunch of iron lumps.

And they were so small—how could she possibly lose?