Lu Feng had been fretting over where to find Su Yuexin and Su Yuexi, only to spot his Eldest Miss the moment he entered the Martial Contest Hall. He had no idea why she was on the central Arena Platform, or how she had been beaten and injured.
Nothing mattered more to Lu Feng than his two young mistresses. Seeing Su Yuexin injured, he had no room for any other thought. In his anxiety, he started to rush over.
Liu Xiaofei reacted swiftly and grabbed him. "What are you trying to do?" "That's my young mistress! Can't you see she's been hurt?" Lu Feng snapped furiously. "This is a match. What are you getting so worked up for?" Liu Xiaofei said at once.
Sun Jiuyang nodded beside them. "This is the Martial Contest Hall. In past years, whenever disputes arose between the north and south, the Panshen Heavenly Palace Palace Master would let them fight it out here. No one else is allowed to interfere during a match unless the sect leader or one of the fighters concedes. Besides, the Arena Platform is protected by a formation. Ordinary people can't get in."
"Ordinary people can't get in, but I can!" Lu Feng was about to act again, but Liu Xiaofei held him firmly, even using Vine Entanglement.
"People rarely die here. Once things reach a certain point, the match ends as long as the fighter or their sect leader concedes," Liu Xiaofei explained again.
Lu Feng shook his head. "I know my Eldest Miss's temper. She may be gentle, but she's even more stubborn than the Second Miss. Getting her to concede is harder than climbing to heaven."
Sun Jiuyang hurriedly patted his shoulder. "The Panshen Heavenly Palace Palace Master anticipated that sort of thing, which is why the sect