Chapter 1179

"The entire match was witnessed by everyone. The rules of the arena match are either surrender or knock your opponent off the stage. Mr. Forger is himself a Forger who isn't skilled in combat, so it's nothing strange for him to have his own forged metal guards."

"In the previous matches, the challengers almost all surrendered on their own, as everyone saw. Now that the metal guard has knocked a heavily-armored opponent off the stage, what's wrong with that?"

"Among the contestants, there are also quite a few who have knocked their enemies off the field. Are you going to question all the contestants who have knocked their opponents off the field?"

Once these words were spoken, the referee undoubtedly lumped together all the contestants who had achieved five consecutive wins, because they had all, more or less, used their formidable strength to knock their enemies off the field. In an instant, the other five-consecutive-win contestants and their companions all turned to look at that small group of troublemaking martial artists.

If this were really the case, the entire arena match would undoubtedly be questioned and overturned to start over.

If this caused them to fail to claim the Young Master's grand prize for ten consecutive wins, then both sides would undoubtedly become mortal enemies — blocking someone's path to wealth is no different from killing their parents.

If it were only the ship's crew, this small martial artist wouldn't fear them. But if the previous five-consecutive-win contestants and their companions were dragged into it, then they would undoubtedly be going against nearly half the martial artists present, and that they wouldn't dare.

The small group of martial artists fell silent instantly, no longer making a sound.

"If you dare cause trouble again, don't blame me for having the staff send you out!"

"Forgive where you can."

After warning them, the referee had the staff withdraw.

The matter was thus resolved with just a few words. Lin Cheng was also pleased to see it, and couldn't help but begin to admire the referee's silver tongue. He had already prepared himself for a fight with these guys, but now it seemed unnecessary.

"Thank you, Mr. Referee." Lin Cheng expressed his gratitude to the referee.

"You're welcome, Mr. Forger. This is what I should do." The referee shook his head. It was said the Young Master had taken a liking to the Forger before him, and in the future the two of them might both work under the Young Master. Helping where he could now also counted as making a friend.

Even if that wasn't the case in the future, he had nothing to lose — it was originally his job.

"By the way, you lost one metal guard in this match. Is that alright?"

Seeing the look of concern in the referee's eyes, Lin Cheng smiled lightly and shook his head.

"For a disposable prop like this, I have plenty. You don't need to worry at all, Mr."

"That's good then." The referee nodded, sighing inwardly.

Truly worthy of being the talent the Young Master had his eye on — such a powerful metal guard was actually called a disposable prop. The other party probably had many more metal guards on him; he had worried for nothing.

After that, the match continued.