Xuanyuan Zhou's gaze narrowed as the bloody scene played out at the center of the arena, seemingly signaling at Han Xuhan's impending, inevitable defeat.
"That sheath... Did Chen Yan plan his schemes that deep?"
Mu Ran had already leapt to his feet, shouting something about cheating. But his voice was restrained by the arrays inscribed on the borders of the arena, ensuring that no disturbance could be caused to the combatants inside.
"Go sit back down!" A nearby arena official said in a tone that left no room for arguments.
"He tricked my martial brother!" Mu Ran's indignation was evident. Many disciples nearby nodded and voiced their support.
"Who told your martial brother to pick up his opponent's tools? Don't you know the most basic taboos of combat? Never use an unfamiliar tool without getting it examined by an expert first, especially if it belongs to your enemies!"
