Rock Lee and Shiro clasped their fists in salute toward each other.
Unlike the other ninja, they did not form the Seal of Confrontation. Their mannerisms instead resembled those of two martial arts masters.
Hayate said nothing about it. Every ninja had their own Nindo and convictions; the Seal of Confrontation was merely a pre-match courtesy. Since these two had their own ways of showing respect, why should he interfere too much or be so rigid about it?
In the private box, Senya watched Hayate's performance and nodded repeatedly.
Originally, he had made Hayate the examiner for the third match only to boost his reputation. He had not expected the guy to have such a talent for this line of work. He even seemed to be enjoying himself.
Perhaps in the future, Hayate might only get better and better as a host and referee.
Moreover, Hayate's current image perfectly met the demands of the job. He was quite strong and could perfectly judge the danger level of a match. Saving Shino in the previous round was the best example.
At the same time, without Bloodline Disease affecting him, the dark circles beneath Hayate's eyes had faded considerably. His body and physique were much better than before as well. He could be considered a handsome young man, and his delivery was excellent, perfectly stirring up the audience's enthusiasm.
All he could say was that Hayate had found himself a long road ahead...
As Hayate's starting pistol rang out.
Bang!
Rock Lee and Shiro immediately charged at each other, launching into a fierce clash of fists and kicks!
Straight punches, sideways arm blocks, roundhouse kicks, raised knees to block kicks.
The two continuously used every part of their bodies with flexibility, seizing every instant of opening to unleash dense, overwhelming attacks upon