Chapter 1170

In the audience, aside from those who had nearly been struck by the sword blades sent flying earlier, almost everyone else burst into applause and cheers. What had taken only a minute or two felt to them like an entire grand performance — the five metal guards worked in perfect coordination and took down the female martial artist with ease, leaving her virtually no room to resist.

Especially the metal servant that had drawn first fire at the start — it could still unleash a double strike mid-air, catching the female martial artist completely off guard; otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen so quickly.

"Anyone else want to come up and challenge our Mr. Forger and his metal guards!"

"I will!"

"Me!"

"Let me go."

A crowd below was unconvinced, but a martial artist carrying a long spear on his back leapt onto the arena first. Once again, five mechanical servants faced off against a single spear-wielding martial artist.

"Begin!"

The moment the referee's words fell, the mechanical servants and the spear-wielding martial artist charged at each other simultaneously.

The spear-wielding martial artist planned to rely on his weapon's superior reach, gripping it with both hands — no matter how strong these metal guards were, it would be hard for them to knock the weapon from his grip.

The idea was sound.

But under Lin Cheng's conscious control, the five mechanical servants had no intention of letting the opponent exploit his weapon's reach. They pressed in for close-quarters combat, giving the spear-wielding martial artist no chance to bring his spear's advantage to bear. On top of that, the mechanical servants were small in frame and highly agile.

By contrast, the spear-wielding martial artist was essentially a living target.

The mechanical servants' iron fists landed blow after solid blow, and it wasn't long before the spear-wielding martial artist couldn't take it anymore and surrendered on his own.

These little ones were far too agile — his spear couldn't bring its advantage to bear, and he was forced into the miserable position of being beaten on without respite!

"Congratulations to our Mr. Forger and his metal guards on another victory. Will he be the true arena champion to claim ten consecutive wins? Let us wait and see."

"Next challenger, step up!"

Inside the captain's cabin.

The previously slovenly captain had by now changed into a set of clean clothes, and the whole man now carried an air of dignified authority that did indeed have a touch of a captain's bearing.

"Old Fan, what do you make of this forger?"

Beside him, a handsome young master in white spoke in a gentle, refined voice. Beneath a pair of sword-shaped brows, his phoenix eyes seemed like an ancient well, rippleless, yet carried a hint of imperceptible scrutiny. In his hand he raised an unfurled, archaic jade fan that partially concealed his face; only the contents of the opened fan could be seen — the final work of a renowned calligrapher of the Empire, worth no small sum.

"He does have some ability. Just on the strength of these metal guards alone, he's worth recruiting for the Young Master. Five metal guards alone already match the combat power of an ordinary martial artist — what about a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand?" Captain Fan Qinghai's eyes clearly showed intent, with a hint of fighting spirit, but the Young Master kept his lips tightly sealed on the matter.