"This exam will consist of one-on-one battles. The contestants will be selected at random. Killing is prohibited during the fights, and if things get out of hand, the proctor may step in to stop them."
"To win, one side must either lose the ability to fight or surrender. Of course, according to our judges, losing the ability to fight also counts as a defeat. The winners will advance to the next round, joining the roster for the final assessment one month from now." Gekko Hayate coughed several times as he finished announcing the rules.
Quite a few people were looking at Gekko Hayate strangely now. How to put it? If you were in poor health, you shouldn't say so much. You'd nearly coughed up a lung after just a couple of sentences. Be careful—you might get carried off before the exam was even over.
"Big bro, why are you looking at him so strangely?" Naruto asked, watching Nanfeng as he seemed to be barely holding himself back.
"I think this guy should probably go to the hospital. I already treated him once, and now he's putting on this act again. Was my treatment too gentle last time?" Nanfeng looked at Gekko Hayate on the stage with a dangerous expression.
As if sensing Nanfeng's gaze, Gekko Hayate quickly recovered, to everyone else's bewilderment.
His face was no longer pale, and even his coughing stopped at once. The others wondered if he was experiencing a last burst of energy before death.
That's more like it. Nanfeng nodded in satisfaction. Seeing his reaction, Gekko Hayate let out a small sigh of relief.
He'd finally managed to fool that walking disaster. When Gekko Hayate had been treated by him back then, he'd suffered more than a little. Remembering what happened, he still felt a