Lu Yao walked toward the octagonal cage. The spectators grew visibly excited, rising one after another to applaud and wave the little flags in their hands.
"Great wind! Great wind!"
"Great wind! Great wind!"
This sudden encounter was an unexpected delight for both the audience and the organizers. In unison, they put on thin-lensed glasses, raised bottles of liquor and drank deeply, pumping their fists and roaring.
According to Zhao Zhenzhu, this was because gods could not be looked upon directly. Normally, Great Qin's rules could suppress divine might, but when a fierce battle broke out and divine might was fully unleashed, it could make the eyes of the surrounding mortals sting or even blind them, so they had been equipped with these special protective items.
For the first time, Lu Yao experienced what it felt like to be the Rock, and to see from his perspective.
The spectators were being spectated.
Still, being watched with such fanatic intensity and cheered by a live crowd really did feel good. The competitors in the arena could not help their blood surging, tremendously inspired and set alight.
The moment he stepped into the octagonal cage, the scene before Lu Yao abruptly changed.
Inside was a small world wreathed in steaming clouds and mist, half the size of a football field.
A voice rang out in the air.
"My two lord gods, please stop when the point is made. Safety must come first. Do not let this damage the harmony between you."
The organizers were very cautious about a battle between gods as well.
Lu Yao looked toward his opponent not far away.
The current [Sage Emperor Guan], Han Xiaoyu, had rolled up her sleeves and was stretching her legs. Wearing glasses, she said, "I only came over to watch a performance and