The referee was a Heavenly Saint, and one of the most formidable among them; otherwise, he wouldn't be qualified to serve as a judge.
This referee, from the Ye family, saw his disciple being beaten into a screaming and wailing by a young mercenary, and the Ye family's reputation was about to be utterly disgraced. He flew into a rage. The kick was powerful and heavy; if it landed, Lin Hu would surely be kicked to the point of breaking bones and tendons.
Lin Hu was stunned. He had never fought a Heavenly Saint-level expert in his life, and this was the first time he encountered the pressure of a Heavenly Saint. The aura was so oppressive that he didn't dare move, even forgetting to dodge.
"Crack."
But just as the elder of the Ye family was about to kick Lin Hu, a golden scepter appeared and struck the referee's calf. The sound of bones breaking rang out as the old man's calf was forcibly broken by the golden staff.
At the same time, a tremendous force swept through. The referee lost his balance, rolling all the way toward the edge of the arena. When he got up from the ground and looked at the golden scepter in Long Chen's hand, he was both shocked and furious.
"Not bad. You actually know you're the referee and still hold your feet. Otherwise, you'd be a corpse now." Long Chen looked at the referee, paused his golden scepter lightly on the ground, and said calmly.
"What are you doing?" The Ye family referee roared angrily.
"What are you doing? He's competing in the ring, why are you stopping him? And when he made a move, he was aimed at someone else—didn't that seem unfair? Long Chen said.
"If I'm not facing him, then am I facing Ye Xing?" He's about to be beaten to death. Are you really going to kick him? The referee shouted angrily.
"Nonsense! Which eye of yours saw him about to be beaten to death?" The outcome had already been decided before, but he was not convinced.
Then, based on the principles of fairness, openness, and justice, I fulfilled his wish and gave him a chance for a rematch. Is that wrong? Long Chen retorted.
Long Chen was still chatting with the Ye family elder, and the Ye family disciple on the ground couldn't take it anymore. He weakly shouted, "
I give up, I admit defeat! Elder, save me, I'm going to die..."
Long Chen encouraged him, "No, I still prefer your rebellious attitude just now." Stand up, young people, victory is right in front of you, don't give up easily.
You have to believe in yourself; anything is possible. Sometimes, victory is only a sheet of paper away; every extra point you hold on brings you closer to victory. "
No, no, no, I admit defeat. I admit defeat, you devil..." The Ye family disciple spoke as he spoke, his voice choked with tears. He felt that if he dragged on any longer, he would really die.
Seeing this, the mercenaries couldn't help but feel a wave of disdain. So the so-called prodigies were nothing special—their bones were just too soft.
They could all see that the Ye family disciple was not in any life-threatening danger. Perhaps it was his first time suffering such a serious injury, which is why he felt he was about to die.
"You gave up on this, not me. Don't say I'm siding with others later." Long Chen said.
"No, no, no... Ah... Hurry up and send me out... If I were any later, I really would have died... the Ye family disciple shouted.
The strong warriors present were speechless. If you really were going to die, how could you have the strength to shout so loudly?
For a moment, the Ye family's disciples looked grim. This guy was utterly embarrassing. Suddenly, someone in the stands shouted,
"Ye Xing, you coward! With such weak strength, how did you get into the elite team?" Tell me, did you pull strings and pull strings? The
one scolding was a powerful member of the Ye family. They seriously suspected Ye Xing was a scoundrel who had been brought in through connections.
In fact, they had really wronged this kid. He was quite strong, but everyone only saw Ye Xing's weakness, not Lin Hu's strength.
The moment Lin Hu used the Star Drawing into His body, Long Chen clearly felt a vast power ignite in his dantian, releasing an incredibly strong energy. In terms of pure strike force, Lin Hu was slightly superior to the Ye family disciples.
Moreover, the Ye family disciples initially underestimated their opponents and suffered repeated losses, without even a chance to use their power before being defeated, which led people to mistakenly believe their strength was weak.
However, when Long Chen looked at the face of the furious man, he immediately understood that this guy was quite scheming. He deliberately belittled Ye Xing to protect the Ye family's reputation.
"Then I hereby declare that this competition is over. Mercenary Group Lin Hu—victory!" Long Chen waved the golden scepter in his hand, sending the two of them away.
As Long Chen finished speaking, especially after uttering the last word "victory," all the mercenaries erupted in thunderous cheers. Lin Hu's victory was the most proud event of their lives.
At the same time, they understood a truth: the strong are not born with them. Even ants have a chance to defy fate.
When Long Chen said this to them before, they couldn't understand it, but now, they fully understood.
Lin Hu returned and was welcomed heroically by the mercenaries, while the disciples of the four great divine clans present all looked grim, as disgusted as if they had swallowed a fly.
Lin Hu won, and in a crushing manner. This was not only the Ye family's face, but also the face of all disciples of the Four Great Divine Clans.
A mediocre mercenary, usually seen as an ant in their eyes, suddenly standing shoulder to shoulder with these prodigies—they simply could not accept this reality.
If they accept this fact, then they are no different from these filthy ants, and their so-called pride and sense of superiority simply don't exist.
"There are still half an hour before the competition starts. No loud noise." At that moment, an elderly man shouted angrily at the referee's table.
Only then did the mercenaries' cheers stop, because according to the rules, the arena had to remain quiet during this period, and Long Chen couldn't say anything.
The referee whose leg Long Chen had broken had already returned to his seat. Long Chen only gave him a minor punishment but did not damage his physical functions; the injury would heal within a few breaths.
Long Chen also returned to his seat as chief referee. As soon as he sat down, an elder stood up below and said, "
Long Chen, are you ...?"
"Hmm?" What did you call me? I didn't catch it clearly, say it again? Long Chen tilted his head and deliberately placed the golden scepter in his hand in a very prominent spot.
The old man immediately said helplessly, "Chief Judge..."
"Hmm?" Speaking to the chief referee without adding a prefix? Long Chen said.
The old man: "Honorable Chief Referee, ..."
"Hmm?" After adding the prefix, isn't there a word that highlights social status? Long Chen reminded him.
The old man suppressed his anger: "Honorable Chief Judge!" Long
Chen nodded slowly, looking like a teachable child, and said calmly, "
You address me right, but your tone and expression are off. Say it again, I want to hear it!"
The old man nearly spat blood on the spot.