Zhao Si looked at the Iron Great Arrows scattered across the field and understood that they had been prepared specifically for Ogha. Not only was Ogha carrying a bow as tall as a person, but he also had a bag of Iron Great Arrows slung diagonally across his waist. It was impressive that he could bear all that weight. Zhao Si wondered whether Ogha could even draw the great arrows from his waist.
But Ogha did not need to worry too much about the great arrows behind his waist, because plenty of Iron Great Arrows were planted in the ground on his half of the field. He could pull one out whenever he needed it. Very convenient.
Zhao Si pointed at Ogha and looked at Jerren. "I object! Why didn't anyone tell me we could set up the field beforehand?"
"Objection overruled." Jerren rejected him without expression.
"Wow, you people are targeting me, aren't you?" Zhao Si was quite displeased. "I noticed it on the very first day. You're all targeting me!"
"So what if we are? It's a miracle someone like you made it this far. You should be grateful we haven't disqualified you. And you still have all these demands! Ogha submitted an application beforehand. We discussed it and unanimously approved it. You never submitted an application." Jerren spoke with righteous indignation, as though Zhao Si had committed some heinous crime.
Zhao Si wagged a finger at Jerren, struggling for a long while before finally managing to say, "You people are such sticklers for formalities."
Well, as far as Zhao Si was concerned, winning was all that mattered. He had not expected these people to care so much about the process, insisting that he win fair and square. It was understandable, really. This was the Combat Festival, after