Bang.
Xu Xiaoshou landed on Arena One and shouted, "Who comes to fight?"
"Qu Ming!"
The man called Qu Ming was cowed by Xu Xiaoshou's inexplicably surging momentum.
This was clearly a battle, so why did this guy have the air of a nouveau riche? "I don't care whether your name means naming or nature—if you dare challenge me, Xu Xiaoshou, have you prepared yourself to die?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.
Qu Ming's brows twitched wildly. This guy was so cringe! Yet that punchable aura of his truly made it hard to restrain himself.
He still wanted to speak, but Xu Xiaoshou suddenly turned to the referee, who had likewise landed atop the platform, and waved a hand.
"No need to activate the barrier. It'll only take a few breaths; there's no need to keep opening and closing it."
"Everyone present is strong and sturdy. They won't be beaten to death by a little of Xu's battle aftermath."
The referee froze for a moment, thinking that made sense.
This arena was no longer some sparring platform like those at Tiansang Spirit Palace.
On the Holy Spirit Continent, anyone who dared step onto such an arena had basically tacitly signed a life-and-death contract.
Life and death were fated; victory and defeat lay with Heaven.
His only role as referee truly was to ensure the spectators were not harmed.
Yet the spectators here might be even stronger than those on the arena.
"Now that he puts it that way, my presence really does seem a little unnecessary..."
"But wouldn't this be inappropriate?"
The referee looked toward Fu Xing.
Fu Xing had no idea what mischief Xu Xiaoshou was about to stir up again, but whether the barrier was activated truly made little difference. He immediately nodded.
"Fine."
Qu Ming, however, was entirely riled