Yang Fan's limit was at the ninth breath.
By this step, he didn't feel much pressure, but he clearly felt that he was running out of breath. He could hold on for a little while longer, but trying to take one more breath seemed somewhat beyond his reach.
It was then that Yang Fan took a deep breath and exhaled that last bit of air.
Unsure whether his condition was good or bad, he turned to Huang Baoming and asked, "Mr. Huang, is my performance acceptable?"
Huang Baoming didn't even feel like giving Yang Fan a proper look, "What do you think?"
"Well, you are the master, where else would I go to find out?" Yang Fan said.
He didn't even know the basic rules, let alone whether his performance was good or bad.
