After Feng Nan consecutively challenged four people, the scene became thoroughly quiet, and even the spectators in the stands fell silent.
Although the final say still lay in the hands of Zhu Rong Peak, Dong Weiyue could decide whom to choose by throwing the embroidered ball among the victors in the end.
But, if there were only Feng Nan left unbeaten in the arena, that would be embarrassingly awkward.
Everyone looked at the platform, at Feng Nan who stood as if "a single man could hold the pass against ten thousand enemies," and despite all calculations, no one had anticipated such an unexpected emergence.
"Jia Qian, you go!" Dong Tianyi said with a frown.
"This kid, truly knows neither good time nor bad, it's been a long time since I've sparred with him. Watch me beat him until he's searching for his teeth on the ground!" Jia Qian snorted coldly.
Just as he was about to rise, a figure appeared in the spectators' line of sight.