"Number 32."
Wyatt Barnes answered.
The middle-aged man nodded, quickly glanced around, and called out, "Where is the holder of the number 31 token?"
With the middle-aged man's words, there was a stir in the lower-seat audience.
"Is there someone who didn't show up?"
"Even if you lose, there's no harm in coming up."
"Right! And this number 32 is so young, maybe he's an 'easy target'."
...
Many in the audience discussed animatedly.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a young man dressed in a staff uniform from the prison arena flew by, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the side of the middle-aged man.
"Sir, a young talent from the Blackstone Empire left temporarily... a representative of the Blackstone Empire drew a number token on his behalf. It's 'number 31'."
The young man explained the situation.
The middle-aged man nodded in understanding and turned to Wyatt Barnes, "Number 32, since the holder of the number 31 token isn't present, you will advance by default."
