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Chapter 48 Going All Out?
Chapter 48 Going All Out?
"Broly, the contestant in Group 7, is the youngest participant in this martial arts tournament, but he defeated his opponent and advanced to the qualifying rounds with his tenacious will."
The merchant guild that supported him was the Jitu Merchant Guild from the south of the empire, whose silk products were of very high quality.
"Uh, Broly, you're in this state, do you really still want to continue competing?"
At the end of the introduction, the host still asked the question on behalf of the audience, not for any other reason than that the boy was the only one who walked into the venue with a bruised and swollen face and a limp.
Broly held a wooden stick in his hand, which he had picked up by the roadside. A white cloth was tied to the top of the stick, with a rabbit head hand-painted on it. That was the logo of the Rabbit Collectors' Guild that had given them the qualification to participate in the competition.
However, now that this thing is in Broly's hands, combined with his bruised and swollen face and limping gait, it looks exactly like a zombie leading a large wave of zombies.
Compared to the confident style of other contestants who pretend to be uninjured and show their strongest side even when they are injured, his current entrance style can be described as a super mudslide in the long history of the Western Martial Arts Tournament.
"I'm fine. These are just superficial injuries that look serious but aren't really serious. I have to keep fighting for my family. If I don't fight, we'll go hungry. So, I will keep fighting."
Broly uttered these words with difficulty, and everything in them, except for the fake external injury, was true.
The audience fell silent. Fighting for their families—this was the first time they had heard such a reason in all the years the martial arts tournament had been going on.
The other contestants all looked at him, their expressions varying, but it was clear that most of them were somewhat dismissive.
Martial artists generally value strength above all else, and Broly's disheveled appearance can be seen as a manifestation of weakness.
It's okay to sympathize with him, but it's absolutely impossible to lose to him because of that.
"To be so young and already make it to the top sixteen... Even though this martial arts tournament is quite unfair, recruiting this kid to Orbergri for training might produce a decent assassin..."
Merad thought to himself that as the future successor to the leader of the Assassin's Guild, it was essential to gather a group of loyal assassins around him.
Although she doesn't like men, she can accept boys who fight for their families if it's just about training subordinates.
Survival of the fittest, I hope he can go even further...
Esdeath thought of her mother, who was eaten by a dangerous species, and her father, who was killed when the village was invaded by northern alien tribes. Their deaths could be attributed to their own weakness, a survival philosophy that her father had taught her since childhood.
There's no need to lament the deaths of the weak. What the living should be thinking about is becoming stronger and surviving better in this cruel world.
She felt no sympathy for the boy, nor did she mock his disheveled state; she simply hoped that he could struggle to become a stronger person.
[Target detected: Esdeath, current happiness level: 0]
Crystal Palace's suggestion made Broly glance at Esdeath a few more times, but he was currently playing the role of a contestant who was in a precarious situation and had little chance of winning, so it wasn't appropriate for him to go over and talk to the girl who was making her first appearance.
. . . .
【who I am?】
Where am I?
"Did one of our chamber of commerce's representatives just go up on stage?"
At the booth of the organizers of the trade fair, Norsen, the manager of the JiTu Chamber of Commerce, was in a state of confusion. He had never thought that this competition would have anything to do with his own chamber of commerce.
As a result, a contestant inexplicably went up on stage, carrying a flag with his own chamber of commerce's logo in a very shabby manner.
"Yes, sir."
The old servant beside him answered his question.
"Who is that?"
"They weren't the martial arts athletes we temporarily hired."
"So, this is the eldest brother of those kids?"
"perhaps……"
The old servant was also somewhat incredulous, but the facts were undeniable.
"What a pity."
Manager Norsen calmed down from his agitation.
"It's a real shame."
The old servant echoed this sentiment.
If they had known earlier that someone would make it to the top 16, they would have helped prepare the flags made by their Rabbit Merchant Guild.
Instead of the opponent using a broken tree branch, a hand-drawn rabbit head pattern on a white cloth, and a misspelled and crossed-out "Jitu Chamber of Commerce" text below, with a new "rabbit" character written next to it, to enter the arena in such a shabby manner.
As for why they felt sorry for Broly, it was because Broly's performance was not what one would expect from him to make it out of today's round of 16.
In such a pathetic state, just how weak must a player be to lose to that child?
Manager Norsen and the old servant next to him thought no. Not only did they think no, but the vast majority of the audience in the hall also believed that the child was not capable of advancing further.
. . . .
"At the betting casino, the odds for the eldest brother have risen to 1 to 11."
"Okay, but don't rush to bet. What are the odds from the organizers?"
"The odds have now reached 1 to 16."
"It seems that more people are betting on the organizers, which is why they've raised the odds for Big Brother so high. Hmm, let's wait until after the second match to place our bets and see if the odds for Big Brother can go up a bit more."
The matches in the stadium had already begun, and Nahash and the other children had also started their actions. They were watching Broly's odds at various betting points, preparing to go all in and bet on their big brother's victory at the betting point with the highest odds when the third match started.
. . . .
On the field, the fight was quite exciting, but we're talking about the second round that had already begun.
As for the first round, Esdeath from Group 1 faced off against the advancing contestants from Group 2. The contestants from Group 2 only lasted for three minutes before being kicked off the stage by the fierce Northern Fighter girl.
If the occasion weren't so inappropriate, Broly would have liked to stand up on the platform and cheer on his new wife, whom he didn't even know yet, to boost his happiness rating. Well, if cheering really worked.
The second round was a half-hour fight between two martial arts novices before finally ending with one of them being hit in the back of the head and losing consciousness.
The third match began, and the fifth group of contestants, Melard, took to the stage. With her agile movements and exquisite pressure point techniques, she easily defeated her somewhat clumsy opponent in seven minutes.
"Hey, little guy, you'd better fight with all your might. If you do well, I might consider taking you and your family in."
As he passed Broly on his way back, just as he was about to go on stage, Merard suddenly said something to him.
Broly: "?!"
I looked back at the back of the girl with the bun hairstyle who had already walked away.
Should we let him fight with all his might?
Does this person want him to destroy the world?
(End of this chapter)