Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 47 Vomiting Blood Training
Of course, the other players were not in Sambasang's eyes. He mainly said what he heard from the person in charge of collecting intelligence on the players at the Degas Chamber of Commerce, who said there were two monster newcomers who dealt with their opponents in the qualifying round faster than him.

“As for the fifth group of people who advanced, they don’t have any support from the Chamber of Commerce and they are low-key, so there is relatively little intelligence about them.

But from the description, she should be an expert in acupuncture. Those defeated by her were paralyzed and then kicked off the ring by her. "

Samba-san gulped down another large glass of malt beer, then looked at Broly and said, "If you can beat your opponent tomorrow, the guys in Group 5 will be your formidable rivals. That's all my information. I'll pay for two glasses of wine for you guys. I'm leaving now, little guys."

After saying this, Sambasang left.

“I didn’t expect that other chambers of commerce were also collecting intelligence on the contestants.”

"It's normal to do this because the organizers of the top 16 qualifying matches will also run large-scale betting bureaus. The organizers themselves are the bankers and need to constantly adjust the odds for each player based on the strength shown by the players."

As for why they don't allow gamblers to bet against each other and only make a commission on the turnover, it is mainly because they can make more money by being the banker themselves.

Often, the profits that can be earned from a large-scale betting bureau in the top 16 qualifying round of a martial arts tournament are close to the money that can be earned from a single business trip.

"Tomorrow we'll see which Chamber of Commerce gambling house offers Big Brother the highest odds, and that's where we'll buy."

Nahasho said.

"Do you still want to see the odds of the bet?"

Akahiko asked.

"Also see, we'll buy whichever side is higher."

These kids have full confidence in Broly and aren't worried at all about the possibility of him losing.

The only thing to worry about is a situation where the performance is too good, which may cause the odds to drop wildly.

In preparation for tomorrow's competition, after eating and drinking, a group of friends went to buy cosmetics.

While passing by a snack stand, I saw someone eating a kind of exploding candy.

Inspiration struck Marin, so she ran over to ask the stall owner, "Excuse me, can I put some other fluids in these candies?"

"What other fluids are you going to pack, sir?"

the candy stall owner asked curiously.

"I want to put some fresh blood in there, is that okay?"

Ma Yin asked.

"what?"

The candy stall owner widened his eyes, thinking she was here to cause trouble. He was about to chase her away when he heard that she could pay more.

Well, as long as the money is in place, let alone blood, even if the customer wants to pour shit into it, he can help do it and ensure that before the candy is bitten open, it will only taste like candy.

"Can you make a few samples first?"

"Where can I find blood now?"

“Colored water would be fine, too.”

"Then let's use the red heart fruit. The juice produced by mixing it with water looks not much different from blood."

Marin paid the money, and the candy vendor gave her a few large-sized explosive gummy candies on the spot and delivered the goods.

"Brother Broly, try putting it in your mouth and biting it open."

Main handed the large exploding candy to the boy, and Broly did as he was told without hesitation.

In just a moment, red juice spurted out of his mouth.

"Yes, that's it." Marin was very excited. "Boss, can you thicken the juice inside so that it looks more like blood?"

"You guys are really good at making things difficult for others."

“We’ll add money.”

"No problem. If it's just fake blood, it's easy enough. But, are you still going to let me make candies filled with real blood?"

"If there is a substitute, there is no need to use real blood."

Marin once tasted the taste of blood, which came from being beaten.

It tastes fishy and is not something that tastes good.

She didn't want Broly to taste that flavor if it wasn't necessary.

After all, Broly was very nice to her.

After some adjustments, a thicker and more viscous gummy candy is here. "This is delicious."

Broly's mouth was red, like a vampire, sucking the red heart juice that was about to spray out.

"This is not for you to eat, but for you to spit out. You have to simulate the posture of spitting out blood."

Mine held Broly's face and rubbed it hard, disrupting his sucking behavior and said.

"It is shameful to waste food."

Broly said seriously, and despite the distraction of Maine rubbing his face, he finished the juice in his mouth. It tasted sweet, and he liked it.

"If we raise the odds, we can make more money. With more money, we can buy more things, including food, and the cost is just the juice of one or two exploding candies. Now, do you still think this is a waste?"

"Can I spit real blood?"

Broly thought about it and then asked.

"Hey, you can spit out real blood?"

The children looked over curiously; they had no idea that their eldest brother had such a skill.

"Yes, as long as you really hurt yourself."

Broly raised his little fist, indicating that he could hurt himself.

"No."

As soon as he finished speaking, the children rejected his proposal. With everyone's unanimous insistence, Broly's proposal to turn his fake into real was directly rejected.

They didn’t want to waste food as they used to not have enough to eat, but would it really hurt the eldest brother?

Waste, must be wasted severely, Broly's position in the hearts of his friends is obviously above food.

That night, Main bought cosmetics and exploding candies. While several children with some talent in painting were trying to put on injured makeup on the faces of children without any talent in painting, Broly was also using the exploding candies to train his blood-spitting skills.

This took longer than last night's training session, and Broly finally overcame the urge to suck the 'blood' he spat out back into his mouth and eat it.

He spat out a mouthful of juice and blood, and an expression of extreme pain appeared on his face. The mental pressure brought by wasting food made his facial expression of pain more vivid. This is the effect of emotional substitution.

. . . .

On the third day of the Western Martial Arts Tournament, the venue for the qualifying rounds was packed with people and the atmosphere was extremely lively.

The sixteen contestants who entered the finals walked onto the stage in the center of the venue from different competition gates, introduced loudly by the host through a microphone.

"The first contestant is from the Partes tribe in the north of the empire. Speaking of the Partes tribe, perhaps not many people know about them, but if we talk about a minority group that hunts dangerous species, I'm sure you all know how powerful this tribe is.

That’s right, she is the contestant supported by the Garapa Chamber of Commerce, which mainly deals in dangerous materials. She is a fighter from the north who advanced at a speed that broke through the previous martial arts tournaments—Esdeath!”

The girl with long ice-blue hair had a calm expression. She was draped with the flag of her financial sponsor, the Galapa Chamber of Commerce. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, she was the first to walk into the conference hall. She jumped onto the stage with the flag of the Chamber of Commerce fluttering behind her.

This is the publicity privilege that the sponsoring chamber of commerce has as the contestant who advances fastest. As soon as Esdeath left with the chamber of commerce flag, she directly earned 300,000 yuan, which made her feel that it was easy to make money in the Western Territory, at least much easier than other places she had visited before.

The second person to appear was Maillard, who advanced to the second place. Her alias was Meimei, the successor of Southern Jiu-Jitsu. However, because she had no sponsors behind her, she was summarized by the host in just a few words. She had no commercial value, and the host just praised her a few words to let people know who she was.

Maillard: “…”

Although she had known for a long time that the Western Martial Arts Tournament was full of commercial attributes, she still felt a little angry about being ignored. However, her attention was soon attracted to Esdeath, who ranked first in the promotion speed.

The girl had beautiful long sky-blue hair and a cross-stitched headscarf on her head. She wore a loose short-sleeved robe on her upper body and tight stretch pants on her lower body. Her eyes were calm but with an imperceptible sharpness.

When their eyes met, Maillard felt as if he had become a prey, being targeted by the hunter.

[She looks like a very strong guy. Although she is a pretty little beauty, she doesn’t seem to be my type…]

While Maillard was thinking this, Esdeath on the other side also gave her some comments in her heart for being the second fastest in promotion.

[She's wearing very revealing clothes, with her lower abdomen and back completely exposed. If she were in the northern tundra, it would definitely be cold.]

Maillard's smooth hair was tied into a bun on her head. Her upper body was covered with only two strips of cloth connected to the collar, covering her undeveloped chest, revealing a large area of ​​healthy and firm wheat-colored skin. Her lower body was covered with loose martial arts pants.

This is the opposite of Esdeath's outfit, but there is no doubt that she is an oriental beauty with teardrop moles at the corners of her eyes.

While the two were observing each other and giving their initial evaluations in their hearts, Samba-sang, who advanced as the third place, also came over to the side, showing off his muscular arms and wearing a dust cape with the Degas Chamber of Commerce logo.

As the third fastest contestant to advance, he also attracted a glance from the other two. Esdeath had a look of looking at prey, while Merad looked a little disgusted. She didn't like men, especially the strong type with excessive male hormones.

The fourth, fifth, seventh... more contestants came on stage one after another. The host introduced the identities and backgrounds of these contestants one by one, so that the audience could have a basic understanding of these contestants, and at the same time promoted the sponsors behind each contestant.

The first to fifteenth contestants, whose order of appearance was determined by their speed of advancement, were all normal. They all behaved in a very conventional manner in promoting the financial sponsors behind them or showing off their own strength (except for Merad). But when Broly, who was ranked sixteenth, came out, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became quiet.

(End of this chapter)