Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 43 Eligibility
“Brother Broly, I have inquired about it. The Western Martial Arts Tournament is a competition jointly organized by the Western Merchant Group and the Foreign Merchant Group.

It is held once a year and each time attracts many top players to participate. There is no age or gender restriction. As long as you pay the registration fee of 10,000 Imperial Coins, you can participate.

The competition starts with the auditions, and as long as you can make it into the top 10, you will immediately get a bonus of 160. For the top , top , top , top , top , and top , the bonus for each promotion will be doubled. In other words, if you win the championship, you can get a bonus of million.

In addition, there are gambling houses run by business groups outside the event. If we bet the remaining money we have now and win all the way there, we will definitely make a lot of money."

After Nahashua finished speaking, the children in the room cheered. No one doubted Broly's strength. They all thought that as long as their eldest brother participated in the competition, he would easily win the championship.

Ever since the caravan was disbanded, their reputation has been spread by the departing caravan members.

Because of his reputation, gradually no one came to him to be a good person.

Broly is the type who loves to eat. After he had eaten a lot, and then sent five people back home (with resettlement fees), the team's funds became a little tight.

Until they moved towards the next target city, passing by the most prosperous capital of the Western Territory, [Great Western City], and saw the promotional posters of the Western Martial Arts Conference hanging on the walls everywhere in the city, the 16-member team temporarily settled here.

"What are you waiting for? Take me to sign up!"

Broly said happily that he couldn't wait to make a lot of money.

To be honest, if Fujimura Taiga hadn't taught him not to steal or rob in the previous world, Broly would have long been influenced by the simple customs of the people in the Great Western Territory of this world empire and become a great thief who has fully integrated into the environment. He would never have been short of money.

"Don't worry, big brother. There is still one day left before the registration deadline. We can still register tomorrow. I want to collect information about the gambling houses now, but it might be a little dangerous for me to go alone, so I want you to go with me."

"Understood. Let's go find some good people."

Broly liked to rob the good people, so he and Nahashu hurried out, and the others did not follow them. With more people, it would be easier for the good people to take the bait.

Unfortunately, after visiting various major gambling houses and finding out the gambling rules for the upcoming Western Martial Arts Tournament, no one caught up.

Broly sighed, it seemed that good guys nowadays were becoming more and more shrewd, and today's expenses would have to be paid from his own team's emptied wallet.

. . . .

"It doesn't matter. Although we don't have much money left, as long as big brother participates in the competition, I believe we can fill our wallets!"

Back at the hotel, Bonnie was there to comfort him while they were eating in the hotel dining hall.

Broly nodded, and turned his frustration at not meeting any good people today into eating, quickly finishing the large plate of grilled meat in front of him.

"Hahaha, a bunch of kids who are not as tall as my legs are bragging without thinking. Do you think the Western Martial Arts Tournament is a place for you kids to play house?"

When the diners nearby heard this, one of them burst into laughter. This man was tall and strong, with bandages tied around his hands. He was dressed like a martial artist and it was obvious that he had also come for the Western Martial Arts Conference.

"Hey, isn't that a competition that anyone can participate in if they pay the registration fee?"

At this time, Nahaxiu, as the team's communication staff, took the initiative to ask.

"Ha, those guys who paid the registration fee are just first-round contestants who came to experience the atmosphere of the tournament. The real contestants should be powerful warriors like me, who can get the qualification to participate from the organizers just by relying on their strength."

As the big man spoke, he puffed up his arms, which were almost strong enough for horse running, and showed the muscular arms to a group of children.

"Hey, this guy looks familiar."

"I think he's familiar, too. Wait, if you don't look at the beard, isn't he Samba-sang?"

"So it's him. He made it to the quarterfinals when he first participated five years ago, and he almost won the championship three years ago. However, he hasn't participated in the competition for two years. Why is he participating again?"

The people around heard the commotion here, and after seeing the bearded man, they started talking.

Sambasang listened to the discussions of the people around him and showed a smug expression.

As a martial artist, hearing others talk about his prowess gave him great satisfaction in his vanity.

However, some people also complained that he made the other party lose money.

Sambasang's face became a little serious and he stood up suddenly.

"What are you going to do?"

The person who was complaining was startled by his action and thought that this bad-tempered guy was going to hit him.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't strong enough back then."

Unexpectedly, Sambasang apologized on his own initiative, but then Sambasang spoke loudly to the people in the restaurant.

“However, I have been practicing hard in the Jifu Nora Sea Tree Forest for the past two years. It was my friend, the manager of the Degas Chamber of Commerce, who came to me and asked me to come out and fight on behalf of their caravan.

The Degas Merchants Guild sells the best dust-proof cloaks in the western part of the empire. This year, I will wear their caravan's latest cloak and stand on the stage of the martial arts tournament champion.

If you want to make money, please support me, Sambasang, support the Degas Chamber of Commerce, and buy my Sambasang victory!"

"So it was the Degas Chamber of Commerce who invited him. No wonder he came out to compete again." "Hiss, the Jifunola Sea Tree Forest is a dangerous place full of dangerous species. Samba-sang was able to practice hard in such a place for two years. Wouldn't his strength be much greater than before?"

"Well, this year's martial arts tournament is going to be interesting. Not only will last year's rookie champion participate, but there will also be powerful veterans who have made it to the quarterfinals many times in the past..."

"Samba-sang, we believe in you, don't let us down this time!"

"Hahaha, no problem, just leave it to me, Samba-sang!"

The sturdy man slapped his chest so hard that it hurt the ears of those who were close to him. After making an advertising statement for his sponsor that he had won the championship in the bustling cafeteria, Samba-sang sat down again.

He looked at the children at the table next to him and grinned, "You kids, if you want to earn some pocket money, remember to buy me, Samba-sam, to win."

"If I lose, will you pay for it?"

Hei Tong asked out of curiosity.

"Ahem, of course you're on your own risk, but do you really think I, Samba-sang, will lose?"

A group of children curled their lips. They didn't know how powerful this guy was, but they knew how strong their eldest brother was.

"Uncle Samba-sang, can I ask how to get the qualification to participate directly from the organizer?"

However, Nahasu was still very polite and asked this strong man who had many competition experiences about some things.

In fact, martial arts tournaments are a matter for participating martial artists as well as for the major business groups that organize them. They sponsor the holding of martial arts tournaments to attract public attention, and they also privately invite some contestants to represent their own chambers of commerce in the competition.

As long as the selected contestants are shortlisted for the top 16 and are able to step onto the big stage, it will greatly increase the reputation of their own chamber of commerce and prove that the strength of their own chamber of commerce is as strong as the contestants on the stage.

Therefore, there are players like Samba Sang who are invited to play as substitutes. Not only do they not have to pay to register, but they can also get paid to participate in the competition.

Of course, ordinary contestants would not be in the eyes of those chambers of commerce. Only those with strong strength would be qualified.

Moreover, this strength cannot be reflected in weapons, because the Western Martial Arts Tournament does not allow contestants to use weapons.

Even protective gear is limited to gloves and bandages. This is a competition between each contestant's pure physical and hand-to-hand combat skills.

Nahashu wrote down this information and went to inquire the next day whether there was any chamber of commerce willing to sponsor the contestants to compete.

But after running for half a day, all the interested chambers of commerce, after hearing that the contestant was a newcomer and still a child, said to let the kids play in the mud.

"Damn it, they are just a bunch of guys who don't recognize the real big brother."

The few kids who followed along to run around were all cursing.

"Maybe, we should let Broly show them some skills."

Myne suggested.

"Forget it. It's just a qualification to participate in the competition. That little money is not even enough for our daily meal expenses. As for the sponsorship fees for new participants, the quotations from those chambers of commerce are almost the same as nothing. We don't need this little money."

The only ones Nahasu and his friends could get in touch with were small chambers of commerce; they had no connections at all to the big chambers of commerce. In the fiercely competitive martial arts tournament, the small chambers of commerce did not expect their sponsored players to make it to the top 16; they only aimed to have them stand out on a small stage in the later stages of the auditions, so they could not afford to pay.

It's just a small amount, probably enough for their big brother's meal money for a day. So they let their big brother show off his skills just for a day's meal money?
Even if Broly himself doesn't care, Nahashu still feels a little insulted and needs to stay for at least a few more days.

"Hey, are you really that confident in your big brother?"

Just when Nahashu was about to help Broly sign up, an old man with a white beard and a suit stopped them.

"Of course, our eldest brother is better than anyone else. Um, who are you, old man?"

"I am the manager of the Western Region branch of the Jitu Chamber of Commerce. You can call me President Norson. It just so happens that our chamber of commerce is short of a player to participate in the competition. Would you like to accept our chamber of commerce's funding?"

"Our eldest brother is very powerful, and his price is not cheap. If you only plan to give a little money, forget it."

Nahashu reminded.

"Haha, it's a good thing to be confident. How about this, as long as your eldest brother can make the cut, our Chamber of Commerce will give him the prize money for the corresponding event.

The top 16 will get 100,000, the top 8 will get 200,000, and if your eldest brother can win the championship, he will get 1.6 million, how about that?"

Hearing this, Nahas's eyes lit up. This offer was not low.

"Okay, but we have to sign a contract."

“It’s really rigorous.”

Northen smiled, didn't refuse, and agreed.

(End of this chapter)