The Four Great Families were completely baffled.
At last, one of the spectators could no longer hold back. "Death God! Go! Go already! Why do you look like you're afraid of him? Hit him! Kick him! Stab him with your spikes!"
"Death God, I bet on you taking down all three! Hurry up! Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian are both done for—finish him already!"
"Death God! If you don't fight Lu Chengwen, I'll fight you to the death!"
The referee looked to his left. Lu Chengwen had assumed the Divine Ape Subdues Tiger stance, looking at him with majestic killing intent!
Then he looked to his right. Death God had assumed the Fierce Dragon Immovable Rock stance, staring at him with an imposing aura, as still as a bell!
The referee pressed his lips tightly together.
He took a deep breath. I'll endure this.
He slowly took a step back, hoping to get out of the way and let the two face each other.
But as he stepped back, the two of them shifted sideways in unison, matching his rhythm and pace. Their stances did not change; they had merely moved over.
The referee looked left and right. They still had him trapped between them.
The referee backed up again, and they shifted along with him.
He backed up again, and they shifted again.
Eventually, he had backed all the way against the safety ropes. They pressed up against the ropes too, still maintaining their stances and keeping the referee between them.
The referee was about to explode with rage.
Leaning against the safety ropes, he tilted himself outward from the ring.
The ropes were elastic. As he leaned back, they caught his body, leaving him hanging outside the arena at nearly a forty-five-degree angle.
But Lu Chengwen and Death