The mushroom cloud's dust slowly dissipated.
Inside the arena, a man and a "fungus" finally began their close-quarters brawl.
Getting up from the ground, Chen Yu dusted himself off and sighed for no reason, then turned to the proctor beside him and asked, "So, if I go out to buy some military hardware now, would I still make it back in time?"
"Definitely not," the proctor frowned, sizing up Chen Yu, "Once you enter the examination area, you can't leave. Why didn't you prepare in advance?"
"Damn it, nobody told me we were comparing firepower here."
"You can't leave anyway, just fend for yourself," the proctor waved dismissively.
Chen Yu had no choice but to switch his focus, returning to the guy who had been "shot in the groin," squatting down and patting his shoulder, "Bro, you okay?"
"I'm fine," the man clutched his lower abdomen, his face pale.
"Sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"
"No need."
