Several minutes had passed, and it was dead silent below the arena, with no one stepping up to the challenge. It seemed that everyone was aware of Yang Zhe's prowess and no one of his age wished to cross hands with him.
In the blink of an eye, ten minutes had gone by. Su Mei, seated on her chair, saw that still no one had come forward and thus stood up and said, "If no one is willing to step up and challenge, then this round will automatically advance Yang Zhe to the next one."
Upon hearing this, the crowd below started buzzing with discussions, looking at Yang Zhe with great envy. Advancing to the next round without lifting a finger was not an opportunity that came by for everyone.
After Yang Zhe stepped down, someone immediately leaped onto the arena, cupped his hands towards the crowd, and bowed in greeting. This person had barely been on the stage for a few seconds before several others eagerly jumped onto the arena.
