"They already forfeited!"
"Why didn't you stop? Why did you have to strike so viciously?!"
After confirming that all five had lost their lives, the referee's expression turned extremely grim. He roared at Ma Xiaotao, whose body was still continuously radiating blazing flames.
Someone had died in the arena. As the referee, that meant he had gravely neglected his duty.
A dignified Titled Douluo had been assigned to oversee the match, yet he had failed to keep things under control. How was he supposed to hold his head up if word got out?
Yet in the face of his furious roar, Ma Xiaotao merely waved her hand and withdrew the flames before speaking casually.
"Forfeiting means giving up your qualification before the match begins. Since the match had already started, how could they forfeit?"
"They can't forfeit once the match starts? So if they face an enemy they can't defeat, they deserve to be killed?
"This is a Soul Master tournament, not a battlefield!"
The referee roared again.
However, Ma Xiaotao remained utterly unconcerned and simply turned to leave.
"I know this is a tournament. But since the match had already begun, they should have surrendered rather than forfeited. They used the wrong word—how is that my fault?"
"Besides, they were simply inferior in skill. If they weren't good enough, how is that my fault?"
Ma Xiaotao's voice was not loud, but just as it had been at the start of the match, it still reached every person present with perfect clarity.
In an instant, a storm of outrage surged through the stands.
"'How is that my fault?' What a line. Could such a flippant remark really outweigh five human lives? Those were five lives!"
"Exactly! They clearly said they forfeited, so why didn't Shrek stop? They struck them down