Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 50: Making Friends with Strength
"Fuck, you can lose with such a big advantage?"

"I don't know why, I bet on Alec to win, but now that guy is on his knees, I feel so comfortable!"

"Good job, Broly!"

……

The audience in the conference hall became noisy after the referee announced the result of the fourth game.

Some people were congratulating the winning boy, while others were yelling at Alec for being an idiot.

There is no doubt that what Alex did just now angered everyone.

Now his sudden failure made countless people happy.

Of course, there is also a group of gamblers who are desperate to lose money. They do not think that Alex’s loss was caused by the strength of his opponent Broly, but they think it was because Alex himself was reckless, so he gave up the victory that was sure to win.

Rather than hating the boy who won by luck, they hated that idiot Alec more. It was a pity that they were in a martial arts tournament now, otherwise someone might take a knife and kill Alec who was unconscious due to a crotch explosion.

"It is a big taboo for martial artists to be careless and underestimate the enemy. Alec is really an idiot."

In the contestant area, the contestants who saw the reversal just now gave sharp comments on it.

[Is it really because of carelessness and underestimation of the enemy? 】

Esdeath frowned and couldn't help but think that she had seen the speed at which the boy suddenly burst out with his final fatal blow.

Although Esdeath could not be completely sure of the specific circumstances of the attack due to the distance and angle, her intuition made her feel that something was unusual, but she couldn't tell what was unusual.

Not far away, Maillard did not have any such unusual feeling. She just thought that this was the boy's final burst of potential.

Things like this kind of explosive potential are quite common in the training of assassins. After all, even rabbits will bite when they are anxious.

Broly was carried off the ring by the staff on a stretcher, and he was lying prone when he was carried down. Maine said that he had no injuries, and that it was best for him to avoid being observed closely by others regarding his physical condition.

After Broly was carried to the medical room of the martial arts tournament, Maine immediately rushed in with a group of friends as a family and friends group. They refused the doctor who was assigned to the martial arts tournament venue to examine and treat Broly, saying that they knew a miracle doctor. Then the group of children carried their eldest brother away.

"What the hell, they don't believe us, but believe those quack doctors out there!"

The doctors at the martial arts tournament felt insulted, but there was nothing they could do since the contestants themselves were unwilling to receive treatment. Apart from saying a few words, could they force others to stay for treatment?
"Dong Dong Dong~"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and a girl with long ice-blue hair walked in. Esdeath looked around after entering, but didn't find the person she was looking for, so she asked, "Where is the player who was carried in just now?"

"He has been picked up by his relatives and friends. They said they knew a miracle doctor outside and took him there for treatment."

The doctor explained.

"It seems that I am late."

Esdeath turned her head and saw Merad standing next to the door in scantily clad clothes.

"Why, are you interested in him too?"

Maillard asked Esdeath while playing with the hair by her ear.

"There are just some things I want to confirm."

Esdeath said.

"What about you? Do you want to find out the details of tomorrow's opponent in advance?"

she asked rhetorically.

"No, I just admire him a little bit and want him to be mine."

Maillard replied.

"Unfortunately, he has been taken away."

"I know."

The two of them said nothing more, and Esdeath walked past Maillard.

She returned to the contestant area of ​​the conference venue and continued to watch the 16-to-8 match. She wanted to see if there were any other opponents who could surprise her.

But unfortunately, after the eighth game, Esdeath still hadn't found a third opponent that she cared about.

The first person that caught her attention was Maillard from the fifth group, who also easily defeated her opponent. She was also a 12-year-old contestant and a female.

The second one was the younger Broly. Although his performance was a bit poor, the speed of his fatal chicken attack at the end made her a little concerned.

Esdeath thought about it and walked out of the conference hall. After leaving the conference hall and turning into an alley, she suddenly stopped.

"Who?"

As she asked this, she tilted her head at a 45-degree angle and looked behind her.

"It's me. I'm Broly from Team 7."

Broly appeared here with bandages wrapped around his body. He came here specifically to find Esdeath.

"Is it you who can move freely so soon?"

Esdeath asked curiously.

"Thanks to a miracle doctor we know."

Broly avoided Esdeath's gaze and told the lie given by Mine.

"You're a liar."

Suddenly, Esdeath said.

"Eh?"

"You don't smell of blood. And with the injuries you received in the ring, it's impossible not to smell of fresh blood, unless you don't have any wounds on your body."

Esdeath came closer as she said this. In order to make sure that she had not made a mistake, she took the initiative to get close to Broly and smell his scent.

"Apart from the smell of herbs and a hint of soap, there is no smell of blood on your body. You are not injured at all. Your embarrassment in the ring was all an act. Am I right?"

Esdeath asked, Broly had already taken a shower, and when he came out he was wearing makeup to show his injuries, but he didn't expect to be stared at by his new wife at first sight.

"I didn't mean to cheat you. I just did this so that I could get higher odds at the gambling house. My partner and I are making money from this."

Broly explained.

"So you guys are manipulating the odds. It doesn't matter. I don't care about that. I just want to ask, you should be very capable, right?"

Esdeath asked.

"Ah."

Broly nodded. Since he came to this world, he has never met an opponent.

"You are blocking me here. Are you planning to deal with me, your competitor, right now?"

Esdeath leaned forward, ready for battle.

She didn't care where she fought or who she fought with.

She only cares about whether her opponent is strong enough.

"Uh, no, I'm here to make friends with you."

But faced with her revealed fighting spirit, Broly scratched his head and revealed his true purpose.

"make friends?"

Esdeath's momentum faltered, she didn't expect this answer.

"Can you be my friend?"

Esdeath looked at the hand the boy stretched out to her, then at the look on the boy's face that showed he really wanted to make friends with her, and her desire to fight him faded a little.

"We can be friends, but I never make friends with the weak, because weak friends are always prone to die on their own."

After Esdeath finished speaking, she paused before continuing, "If you really want to be friends with me, wait until you defeat me tomorrow."

"it is good."

Broly agreed, but after thinking about it, he added: "By the way, when I say we can be friends, I mean I'll make you my wife in the end."

"Eh?"

Esdeath was stunned when she heard this, but after she came to her senses, she didn't care.

"If you can really beat me, then I will be your prey. You can do whatever you want with me then."

(End of this chapter)