Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 48 Go all out?

“Broly from the seventh group is the youngest contestant in this martial arts tournament, but he relied on his tenacious will to defeat his opponent and advance to the qualifying round.

The chamber of commerce that supports him is the Jitu Chamber of Commerce from the south of the empire. Their silk fabrics are very good.

Uh, Broly, you are in this state, do you really want to continue to participate in the competition? "

At the end of the introduction, the host of the competition still asked the question on behalf of the audience, not for any other reason, but simply because the boy was the only one with a bruised face and walked into the venue in a limping manner.

Broly was holding a wooden stick in his hand, which he picked up from the roadside, and tied to the top of the stick was a piece of white cloth with a rabbit head hand-painted on the cloth. That was the logo of the Rabbit Collecting Guild that gave them the qualification to participate in the competition.

However, this thing is now in Broly's hands, and with his bruised face and limping movements, he looks like a leading zombie for a large wave of zombies.

Compared to other contestants who were confident enough to pretend to be healthy and show their strongest side even if they were injured, his current appearance could be described as a super debris flow since the Western Martial Arts Tournament was launched.

"I'm fine. These are just superficial injuries that look serious but are actually not a big deal. I have to keep fighting for my family. If I don't fight, we'll starve. So, I'll keep fighting."

Broly said these words with difficulty, and except for the superficial injuries, everything else was true.

The audience was silent. Fighting for family, this was the first time they had heard such a reason in the martial arts tournament that had been held for so long.

The other contestants all looked at him, with different expressions, but it was certain that most of them were somewhat disapproving.

As for martial artists, most of them respect the strong. Broly's miserable appearance can be said to be the embodiment of weakness.

It's okay to sympathize with him, but it's simply impossible to lose to him because of this.

[At such a young age, he has made it to the top 16. Although this is a very watered martial arts tournament, if we recruit this kid to Olbergri for training, he might become a good assassin...]

Maillard thought so. As the future successor to the leader of the Assassin's Society, it was necessary to gather a group of assassins loyal to him around him.

Although she didn't like men, if it was just to train subordinates, she could still accept the boy who fought for his family.

[Survival of the fittest, only the strong survive. I hope he can go further...]

Esdeath thought of her mother who was eaten by dangerous species, and her father who was killed by northern aliens when the village was invaded. Their deaths could all be attributed to their own weakness, which was the survival concept her father taught her since she was a child.

There is no need to regret the death of the weak. Making oneself stronger and better able to survive in this cruel world is what the living should consider.

She did not sympathize with the boy, nor did she laugh at his embarrassment. She just hoped that he could struggle and become a strong man.

[Found the strategy target, Esdeath, current happiness value is 0]

The reminder from the Crystal Palace made Broly look at Esdeath a few more times, but he was currently playing the role of a contestant who was in danger and had no chance of winning, so it was not appropriate for him to go over and talk to the girl who was making her first appearance.

. . . .

【who I am? 】

Where am I?

"Didn't our Chamber of Commerce have a contestant on stage just now?"

As for the organizer of the merchant group, Steward Northen of the Jitu Chamber of Commerce was in a state of confusion. He never thought that this competition would have anything to do with his own chamber of commerce.

As a result, a contestant inexplicably came up on stage, holding a flag with the logo of his own chamber of commerce in a very shabby manner.

"Yes, sir."

The old servant next to him answered him.

"Who is that?" "It's not those martial artists we invited temporarily."

"So, this is the eldest brother of those kids?"

"perhaps……"

The old servant was also a little bit unbelievable, but the facts were right in front of him.

"Pity."

Steward Northen calmed down from his excitement.

"It's a pity indeed."

The old servant also echoed.

If they had known earlier that someone would make it to the top 16, they would have helped prepare the flag made by their Rabbit Chamber of Commerce.

Instead, the opponent used a broken branch + a hand-painted rabbit head pattern on the white cloth + the wrong text of the Chamber of Commerce below was crossed out, and then a rabbit word was rewritten next to it, and he went onto the stage in such a shabby condition.

As for why they felt sorry, it was because Broly's performance did not seem like he could make it out of today's 16-to-8 qualifying round.

In that kind of embarrassing situation, how weak a contestant would have to be to be defeated by that kid?
Steward Northen and the old servant beside him thought not. Not only did they think not, but the vast majority of the audience in the conference hall also believed that the child did not have the ability to continue to advance.

. . . .

"The odds on Big Brother have risen to 1 to 11 in the gambling house."

"Okay, but don't rush to buy in. What are the odds from the organizer?"

"It's 1 to 16."

"It seems that there are more people who buy lottery tickets for the organizer, which has caused the odds of Big Brother to be adjusted so high. Well, let's wait until the second match is over before buying and see if the odds of Big Brother can go up a little bit more."

The competition at the conference venue has already begun, and the children such as Nahashu have also begun to take action. They are staring at Broly's odds at various betting points, preparing to go to the betting point with the highest odds and bet all in on their eldest brother's victory when the third game begins.

. . . .

On the field, the fight was quite exciting, but what we are talking about is the second round which has already begun.

As for the first round, Group 1 of Esdeath fought against Group 2 of qualified contestants. Group 2 of contestants only lasted three minutes before they were kicked off the ring by the northern fighter girl who had an extremely fierce fighting style.

If the occasion was not inappropriate, Broly would have wanted to stand up at the contestant's stand and cheer for this unknown wife of his, to boost the happiness value of this newly discovered wife, well, if cheering and cheering worked.

In the second round, the two martial arts noobs fought each other for half an hour before it finally ended with one of them being hit on the back of the head and falling unconscious.

The third game began, and the fifth group of qualified contestant, Maillard, came on stage. Relying on her flexible body movements and exquisite acupuncture techniques, she easily defeated her somewhat clumsy opponent in seven minutes.

"Hey, little guy, you have to fight with all your strength. If you perform well, I can consider taking you and your family in."

When he came back and passed by Broly who was about to go on stage, Maillard suddenly said these words to him.

Broly: “?!”

I turned around and looked at the back of the girl with the bun hair who had walked away.

Let him fight with all his might?
Does this person want him to destroy the world?

(End of this chapter)