371: Chapter 371 A Living Bodhisattva

The referee was a Spirit Saint from Spirit Hall. He slowly turned his head and asked, "Is he dead?"

Yu Xiaogang's body stiffened, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Yu Tianxin.

Yu Tianxin placed his hand on Yu Tianheng's pulse, carefully examining the injuries all over his body.

Afterward, he shook his head heavily at Yu Xiaogang: "Uncle, Tianheng still has a breath; his life is saved, but he is severely injured."

A faint, almost imperceptible trace of disappointment flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

He hadn't managed to directly grasp a handle on Spirit Hall's violation of the rules.

If only Tianheng had died.

According to the rules, Spirit Hall would be disqualified from the competition.

The Shrek team would have a chance to win the championship.

If Yu Tianheng's death could exchange for such glory, the sacrifice would be worth it.

He, Yu Xiaogang, could even harshly denounce Spirit Hall from a high vantage point.

But as luck would have it, the person didn't die.

Yu Xiaogang suppressed the bit of selfishness in his heart and looked up: "Although he is not dead, their methods are still despicable. This person, Tian Yue, has a cold Heart-Nature, treats life like grass, uses a living person as a weapon, and has no bottom line."

"As the referee of the competition, you turn a blind eye. Does the All-Continent High-Level Spirit Master Competition allow such bottomless, abusive matches?"

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang seemed to be standing on the moral high ground.

He had found the Face he had lost.

Many audience members below the stage nodded in agreement, and their gazes toward Spirit Hall held a bit more wariness and dissatisfaction.

The referee raised an eyebrow: "The competition rules only forbid intentional murder. The rules are written in black and white and have never stated that one cannot force an opponent into a desperate situation or severely injure an adversary. Furthermore, knowing full well that the opponent is a Spirit Emperor, he still rushed up. I can only say that his brain has problems..."

Yu Xiaogang was stunned. He opened his mouth but couldn't refute it.

According to the rules, Spirit Hall's fighting style had no flaws.

Yu Xiaogang's Face turned green then white: "Even if it complies with the rules, it is unreasonable. Spirit Hall's actions are too cruel and too overbearing."

"Haha, since it complies with the rules, then you can only verbally condemn it from a moral standpoint."

The referee's tone was full of impatience.

"Absurd!"

Yu Xiaogang still refused to give up: "The Spirit Master Competition has always been about competition second and friendship first. It is a contest of cultivation and heritage, not these cruel methods of extermination. Tian Yue clearly intended to kill; such a participant should be disqualified."

The referee's expression changed repeatedly. Having been accustomed to the awe of various forces, when had he ever been repeatedly provoked in public by a mere level 29 Spirit Grandmaster?

And still nagging incessantly?

The next second, the referee's figure disappeared from where he stood.

He could no longer endure it; there was no need to endure it any longer.

His speed was so fast that it left an afterimage, and he instantly arrived at the spectator stand.

Before the crowd could react, a crisp, loud slapping sound exploded.

"Slap!"

The referee's hand, imbued with Soul Power, fiercely struck Yu Xiaogang's Face.

Yu Xiaogang was sent flying dozens of meters away by this slap, like a kite with a broken string.

He crashed into the tables and chairs in the spectator area, half of his cheek was swollen high, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

The entire arena was dead silent.

The referee snorted coldly: "A level 29 Spirit Grandmaster trash, yet you dare to make noise here? This old man must let you know what the dignity of a Spirit Saint is. Furthermore, all the Titled Douluo and Spirit Saint powerhouses in the arena are still silent, yet you talk the most. Tell me, do you deserve to be beaten or not?"

Everyone from Shrek turned pale.

Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and others stood up subconsciously, their eyes full of shock and anger.

Killing intent surged in Tang San's eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly.

An extreme sense of rage rushed straight to his head.

Even if Yu Xiaogang was in the wrong, slapping him in public was not just slapping Yu Xiaogang's Face; it was clearly slapping the Faces of everyone in Shrek.

Tang San ultimately endured it and did not make a move.

This was Spirit City, the home turf of Spirit Hall.

He looked at the referee, marking him for death.

Once he grew up in the future, he might not repay kindness, but he would definitely repay hatred.

Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, half of his Face burning with pain.

His eyes were bloodshot, yet he didn't dare to refute a single word.

Judging by the other person's gaze, he, Yu Xiaogang, was certain that if he said another word, another slap would definitely come flying.

Ning Fengzhi had already stood up and was about to speak, but upon hearing the referee's words, "The Titled Douluo haven't even spoken," he silently swallowed the words that had reached his lips.

Dugu Bo looked at Ning Fengzhi beside him with a half-smile: "Sect Master Ning, you were planning to speak, why have you gone silent again?"

Ning Fengzhi's expression sank slightly, and there was a trace of displeasure in his eyes. Since he was being stared at, he couldn't very well not speak.

His voice spread across the entire arena: "Referee, your words are too biased. Spirit Hall's actions this time were indeed excessive. Matches should stop at the point of injury; why force someone to the brink of death? This violates the true meaning of the Spirit Master Competition."

Tian Yue's gaze locked onto Ning Fengzhi in the VIP seating area.

"Hmph."

She first raised her head proudly.

"Fists and feet have no eyes. Since it is a competition, one should have already prepared for the possibility of injury and defeat. If you can't afford to lose, then don't come up on stage and embarrass yourself."

Once these words were spoken, Ning Fengzhi's expression sank completely.

He had actually been talked back to in public, and by a Spirit Emperor at that.

Ning Fengzhi suppressed his emotions and spoke: "The Spirit Master Competition has always been friendship first and competition second; I have never seen such a brutal competition style."

Tian Yue looked indifferently at Ye Lingling beside her.

Ye Lingling understood the tacit cue.

She moved her feet lightly and walked slowly to Yu Tianheng's side amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd.

The moment the spirit ring rose beneath Ye Lingling's feet, the people around them all gasped.

This Ye Lingling's spirit ring was actually exactly the same as Tian Yue's.

For a time, exclamations of surprise rang out incessantly around them.

Yu Xiaogang's Face had just been slapped, and instantly he felt his dignity being slapped once again.

"No, impossible, how is there another one with a thousand-year second spirit ring..."

Petals drifted from the Nine-Heart Begonia in Ye Lingling's hand and fell onto Yu Tianheng's body.

The healing power rapidly repaired the injuries on Yu Tianheng's body.

In just a short moment, the complexion of the originally unconscious Yu Tianheng became visibly rosy, and then he actually slowly woke up.

His eyes were somewhat blank, staring blankly at the blue sky above, and then scanning the silent crowd around him.

He remembered now; he had been in the middle of a match, and then he was used as a punching bag.

No.

It was being used as a weapon.

Tian Yue looked up again, her gaze meeting the gloomy-faced Ning Fengzhi: "You keep talking about friendship fir... Look, I've already healed him, he's completely unharmed, why is your expression still so ugly?"

"Could it be that you didn't want Yu Tianheng to be unharmed, but instead hoped he would be severely injured and die, so you would have an excuse to hold Spirit Hall accountable?"

The gaze of the entire arena instantly focused on Ning Fengzhi.

A rare, biting killing intent surfaced in the depths of Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

He had lived for more than half his life and had never been talked back to like this.

A mere Spirit Emperor junior, repeatedly and again, not leaving him any Face at all—this was the first time he had encountered such a thing.

Ning Fengzhi forced a stiff smile: "Good, what a comprehensive method. It was my overthinking."

The tens of thousands of audience members below had long been completely dumbfounded. The person was beaten to a pulp, and then actually saved alive again. What kind of fighting style is this?

A living Bodhisattva?