" you despicable bunch! Do you really still have any Martial Soul left?!"
Kuse kept backing away, shouting righteously as if he wanted everyone in the venue and watching the broadcast to hear him.
At that moment, he finally understood the meaning of a certain saying.
There was a towering wall between fighting bare-handed and fighting with weapons.
Those weren't merely weapons.
They were also torture instruments and tombstones.
"This is the Holy Hall Form-Intent Axe Fist Technique named by Instructor Lanqi."
Seeing that Kuse neither wanted to fight nor give up and admit defeat in disgrace, the deputy team leader found him ridiculous, pitiful, and adorable.
The audience fell somewhat silent.
As outsiders, they weren't in much of a position to judge matters related to Martial Soul.
"Uh... Let me prove it for everyone—this move really does exist. Principal Lan once used it to instruct the clergy of the Northern Continent in the Shadow World. There's also another move called the Twin Peaks Piercing the Ears of Holy Light Swordsmanship."
Lu Weixier tried her best to smooth things over from the commentary booth.
Her commentary partner beside her no longer dared to respond.
If you said she had no shame, she would still give a logical explanation. But if you said she had any shame, she was genuinely spouting nonsense with her eyes wide open.
No one could figure out what she was made of.
Meanwhile, the referee's stand had fallen completely silent.
Loren's palms were sweating and his knees were weak. He couldn't speak.
He wanted to stop the match.
But so far, no violation had occurred.
Kuse hadn't surrendered, either.
As a referee, Loren had no right to forcibly interfere with a normally proceeding match.
More importantly, the two old gentlemen beside him wouldn't allow him to