Chapter 1183

However, when it came to weapons, he decided it was better to forge fewer modern firearms—limited in use, easy to draw attention, and likely to alter the current state of the continent.

Even forging some heavily modified firearms would be better than plain modern ones; moreover, he actually wasn't short on forging blueprints for weapons and equipment, and the system's tier-one to tier-three gear was more than enough for him to craft.

He still understood the principle that biting off more than you can chew will leave you unable to digest it.

There was no need to copy the entire industrial system of his previous life—that would be far too exhausting.

By evening, Lin Cheng finally wrapped up the afternoon's study, stretched, and prepared to go eat with the two women.

At dinner, the three of them once again happened to run into those troublemaking martial artists from noon.

But now their eyes were filled with awe, and they didn't dare cause any more trouble.

Lin Cheng and the others had finished eating early so they could attend the evening finals.

And the reason those martial artists ate early was simple too—once dinner was over, their dishwashing punishment began, and they couldn't even go watch the arena finals at night, all just so they could wash dishes in peace.

It was obvious they were extremely passionate about the punitive dishwashing work, yet the bitterness in their hearts was something they couldn't voice.

Evening.

The five-tier arena tournament.

"Welcome to the arena finals! Tonight! We will witness the birth of a ten-win-streak champion—who among these sixteen will it be?"

"Let us wait and see!"

"Ooh, roar!"

Wave after wave of cheers erupted from below; the companions of each martial artist who had entered the finals all hoped the champion would be their own, while also looking forward to an exciting match, and even more so to the mysterious grand prize Young Master would be giving away!

"Let me briefly explain the rules of the finals! That's right, Young Master has set new rules. For a better viewing experience, the evening finals have no rules—competitors may freely employ every means at their disposal to win. The arena will be wrapped in a sealed barrier; the two contestants inside may use any means, with no limits on recovery potions, scrolls, and so on. All you need is to make your opponent surrender to win!"

"If your opponent falls unconscious, I will count down for them. If they cannot wake and rise within ten seconds, that also counts as a victory! Likewise, the only rule is that you may not kill your opponent; a certain degree of injury is permitted! Violators will be disqualified!"

"I have a premonition! Tonight's matches will be absolutely thrilling!"

The martial artists below shared the same premonition—the fierce cheers were the best proof.

No rules meant the two inside the sealed barrier would engage in the most primal of brawls, fighting only to win!

With no match rules and any props allowed, there was plenty of room for reversals.

Even if one was crushed from the start, seizing the chance to use an item might still lead to victory!

No rules was exactly the kind of match martial artists longed for most—pursuing victory had always been by any means necessary!

"Now, let me randomly draw the matchups for the sixteen contestants. The list will be displayed on the magic projection so everyone can see it clearly."

The referee held up a specially made box containing paper slips with the sixteen contestants' names; he would randomly draw two slips, announce them to the crowd, and a mage would project them with magic so everyone could see.

"First match! Fierce Tiger versus Iron Fist!"

As the referee announced the two fighters' titles, the mage beside him quickly used magic to display their names and project them above the arena for all to see clearly.......

Lin Cheng had an impression of both of them—Fierce Tiger was the young man from the third group who had defeated the middle-aged man with five consecutive wins, and his weapon also seemed to be dual-wielded.

According to Miss Qianhui and General Ji Xia, Fierce Tiger's fighting style was like a tiger charging down a mountain, carrying the momentum of a tiger's roar through the forest.

Going up against Iron Fist, whose fighting will was terrifying, could be considered a clash of equals, evenly matched.

This first match was already extremely exciting, so the ones that followed should be no worse.

"Second match! Chariot versus Shadow Strike!"

Chariot was the dual-hammer martial artist from the fifth group, as he recalled—his fighting style was indeed like a chariot charging forward without hesitation.

As for Shadow Strike, he seemed to be an assassin-type martial artist skilled in backstabbing; Lin Cheng didn't have much of an impression of him.

"Third match! Spear Fighter versus Blade Master."

"Fourth match…."

"Fifth match…."

"Sixth match! Forger versus Greatsword!"

"Seventh match…."

"Eighth match…."

After announcing all the matchups in one go, the referee also let out a sigh of relief.