Chen Jing slowly raised his head and stared across the arena.
A man with long arms stood in front of the Iron Arm disciple, his expression arrogant. With his arms folded, he watched Chen Jing and Liang Youheng at his leisure.
His clothing was identical to that of the other man. Clearly, he too was a disciple of the Iron Arm Martial Arts Hall.
Chen Jing looked at the referee and said gravely:
"Referee, how should someone who interferes in an arena match without cause be judged?"
The referee had clearly been caught off guard as well. However, Liang Youheng and Xiao Cong's match had already been decided when this man intervened, so he had not seriously affected the outcome.
After a moment's consideration, he announced:
"Liang Youheng of the Lianshan Martial Arts Hall wins this match. Due to the interference, he receives one additional point, for a total of two points."
"Xiao Cong of the Iron Arm Martial Arts Hall loses. With a one-point penalty, he loses two points in total."
Chen Jing narrowed his eyes at the man opposite him and said coldly:
"I never imagined the Through-Arm Martial Arts Hall would stoop to such underhanded ambushes."
The man spread his hands, an innocent smile on his face:
"Everyone here can judge for themselves. I saw my junior brother's life was in danger and feared this friend from the Lianshan Martial Arts Hall lacked the skill to stop his blow."
"That was why I intervened-to prevent a tragedy."
He turned his gaze toward Chen Jing, his smile becoming even more deserving of a punch.
"If anything, you should be thanking me."
Below the arena, the Iron Arm Martial Arts Hall's disciples began loudly chiming in.
"That's right! Senior Brother Zhao was doing a good deed!"
"If you'd accidentally