stonecrandall Chapter 54: Are there more experts?
Chapter 54: Are there more experts?
Chapter 54: Are there more experts?
There's not much else to say. After discovering a technique to quickly increase Esdeath's happiness level, Broly began launching various dangerous attacks.
So what constitutes a dangerous attack? It can be demonstrated by the attack's effect. However, Broly couldn't possibly have actually killed Esdeath. Therefore, the object that demonstrates the effect of a dangerous attack becomes the arena of the martial arts tournament.
The sounds of banging and crashing were incessant, and the ground was shaking constantly. The commentator and referee, who was explaining the battle, was now at a loss for words.
The weakest fighter who was originally the one being beaten suddenly turned into a demolition maniac. With just a kick or a punch, he could create ditches and pits in the ring. How can you explain that?
Is this something a human could do?
The audience fell silent, and doubts began to linger in their minds.
Watching the hard ring floor crumble under the boy's attacks, and seeing the girl hastily dodging his terrifying attacks, no one now thought that Esdeath, who had such a high chance of winning at the start, would still be a match for the boy.
"That's fucking insidious!"
Some gamblers who had bet on Esdeath to win swore, but few others echoed their sentiments.
Just kidding, the 'earthquake' over there in the arena hasn't stopped yet.
With that monstrous boy's fists and feet, they would probably be smashed to pieces if they took even a single blow.
"Miss Melard, you didn't lose unjustly. Perhaps you should just give up on seeking revenge."
Casandora tried to persuade the young lady next to her.
Melard was biting his nails, seemingly lost in thought.
Compared to those who were shocked by Broly's bare-handed demolition of the ring, Akame, Kurome, Nahash, and their friends were much better off. They already knew how powerful Broly was, and this was nothing compared to what they had witnessed.
"Aren't you all shocked?"
Only Mine, having arrived relatively late, was somewhat surprised because she hadn't witnessed Broly's energy blast bombing the forest and altering the terrain.
"Ha, this is just a small scene. Broly's skills are far greater."
Black Eyes raised her head, looking quite proud.
This is just a small scene; what about the big scene?
Mine was a little confused, but she didn't ask.
As Esdeath's stamina was pushed to its limit, Broly's dangerous attack was also nearing its end.
He resumed his panting and stopped his fist in front of Esdeath.
The force of the punch ruffled Esdeath's hair, and the cross-print headband tied around the girl's head was blown away, falling into the deep pit behind her.
Esdeath slumped down, her body weak and panting heavily, her face flushed from the extreme exertion.
"I won this match."
"Broly said, panting."
"Yes, from now on, I am yours."
Esdeath accepted the result.
"You're amazing. I beat you by giving it my all."
Broly added.
"You don't need to comfort me. I'm not that fragile. All your moves just now missed. Don't think I didn't know."
Esdeath wasn't stupid. After the dangerous attack began, she fully understood the power gap between herself and Broly. With such a huge power gap, how could his attacks always miss? It was impossible.
"You're that rumored humanoid super-dangerous species, aren't you?"
Esdeath suddenly asked a question that seemed to come to mind.
"What is that?"
Broly was a little confused.
"Don't you know?"
"Should I know?"
"Never mind, I'm a little weak. Could you give me a hand?"
Esdeath asked, her body was now completely powerless. In the process of dodging just now, her body had exceeded its previous limit and reached its limit again.
Upon hearing this, Broly immediately extended a hand to her, and Esdeath grasped his hand, which Broly then pulled her up.
"I lost."
Esdeath raised her other hand with some difficulty and announced to the silent hall.
"Broly...wins."
The host and referee belatedly realized what was happening and announced the result of the match.
"Haa~"
The silent conference hall instantly became noisy.
Broly's display of powerful (demolition) abilities shocked everyone, but also excited the audience who were now realizing what was happening. Among them were gamblers who had bet on his victory, as well as ordinary viewers who admired him simply because of his strength.
As for the boy pretending to be weak and fooling them all, haha, don't joke around. This is the arena of the Western Martial Arts Tournament. Those with strength are destined to receive applause on the stage. Pretending to be weak—no, that was a tactical show of weakness, a manifestation of wisdom.
The stage for the strong is where victory comes by absolute power. Any action will be explained. Of course, some people have guessed that Broly might be manipulating the odds, but so what? Would those who lose money dare to retaliate against him?
The chambers of commerce that run gambling dens only make money when a bunch of gamblers lose, so they have no reason to bother Broly.
The enthusiastic cheers were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing the already overpowered arena to collapse.
Broly retrieved Esdeath's windblown headscarf and, with one arm around his wife whom he had just won the match, returned to the players' area.
"Brother Broly, you've really kept that a secret!"
Sambassang came to greet him and said it from the bottom of her heart.
"I actually gave it my all."
Broly habitually plays the victim.
"real?"
Sambasan was somewhat indifferent to this.
"But whether it's true or not, I will defeat you tomorrow."
"Huh?!"
Beside him, Samba Sang's opponent looked at him in shock, almost as if to ask, "How the hell did you drink?"
After all, with the arena and ring in the main hall destroyed, who would still think they could defeat this monster boy?
"Uncle Sambasang, are you very strong?"
Upon hearing this, Broly looked at him and asked seriously.
"Just kidding, I'm super strong."
Sambassang looked confident.
Am I mistaken?
Esdeath was somewhat puzzled. Her intuition was quite sharp, but she didn't sense any danger or pressure from the bearded man.
The ring was damaged, but it didn't matter. The venue was still there. A group of staff ran in, cleared away some small pieces of rubble, and the second round of the 4-to-2 competition continued.
However, with Broly and Esdeath's extraordinary battles preceding them, Sambasan's quick resolution of the match against a demoralized opponent in just 3 minutes made it seem rather uninteresting, with most of the audience discussing the previous match.
"Bang!"
It wasn't until Sambasang picked up a large rock from the ground and smashed it to pieces with a single punch that everyone looked over.
"Everyone, I'm not bragging, but I can also vandalize the venue. However, I don't need to do it."
The fact that someone would do something like this only shows that they lack control over their body, causing their power to leak out.
I admit my opponent tomorrow is very strong, but after watching his match today, I am certain of my victory.
To be able to damage the field like this, Broly must have used some kind of secret technique that puts a tremendous strain on his body, while I, Sambas, am completely unharmed.
Ladies and gentlemen, I, Sambasang, hereby declare that tomorrow I will defeat my final opponent, wear the finest dust-proof cloak of the West, and stand on the champion's stage to receive the prize!
Sambassan made a declaration of victory. Some people believed his analysis and his words, but many more thought he was just bragging.
After all, Sambasang is a veteran player. If he had this kind of strength before, how could he have kept it hidden all this time?
In any case, today's martial arts tournament has come to a close with much discussion, and Esdeath has been taken back to the inn by Broly.
(End of this chapter)