Chapter 1172

Young Master yawned, slightly weary, and waved his hand to signal Fan Qinghai to halt the arena matches until tomorrow morning, while the final finals would be held tonight—her reward would be granted only to the ultimate victor!

Who would this lucky warrior be?

She too felt curious, her eyes flickering with the image of Lin Cheng's five metal guardians—perhaps that blacksmith would be the one to claim the reward.

But she also favored several other warriors; tomorrow might yet bring another unexpected dark horse.

"Yes, Young Master." Fan Qinghai obeyed.

Watching Young Master depart, Fan Qinghai ordered the crew to carry out the command, while he himself went to attend to the task the prince had previously assigned him.

Just as the warrior following Lin Cheng was about to achieve five consecutive victories, a crew member rushed over to inform the referee, whispering something privately into his ear.

The referee nodded, indicating he understood.

Then the crew member left.

The referee waited patiently until the fifth consecutive victor emerged, before announcing to all: "Ladies and gentlemen, Young Master has deemed that previous victors should not rush to decide tonight's outcome—they must rest properly and restore their condition before continuing tomorrow morning."

At this point, many warriors had already guessed what the referee intended to say, and sighs rippled through the crowd.

It felt like a gripping TV drama, just as it reached its most thrilling moment, abruptly interrupted by a tedious, awful commercial—with no option to skip it, not even by subscribing to remove ads.

Absolutely dreadful.

The mood was so foul, yet reality forced you to accept it.

For this order came from Young Master; the referee was merely an executor of commands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's arena matches will end here—it's late already. Please return to your rooms and rest. Tomorrow morning, we shall reconvene here to witness the continuation of the arena battles. All staff, assist the warriors in orderly evacuation. A friendly reminder: our dining hall remains open, serving delicious midnight snacks—please don't hesitate!"

The referee knew some warriors would be displeased, so he shifted focus, directing their frustration toward the still-operating dining hall—once they enjoyed a satisfying dinner, they'd naturally be content to indulge in some midnight snacks.