Chapter 45: Need Special Training

The Group 7 small venue was in an uproar; if not for a group of burly men maintaining order, someone from the audience might have jumped in to beat that tall, thin youth contestant who was still in a daze, because this monster lost too cleanly to a child, which was a bit absurd.

"Great!"

Unlike that group of frantic, defeated audience members, Nahashu and the kids clenched their fists, faces showing delight.

Just from the first match, they had won twenty-odd days' worth of meal money.

"Everyone split up to collect the money, then prepare to bet on Big Bro's second match."

Nahashu served as the betting commander; Red Eyes, Black Eyes, and the others split up to execute the task of betting on Big Bro's victory, and before the betting house closed wagers, spread rumors that a sucker was betting on the dark horse, getting more people to bet on Big Bro's opponent.

After waiting half an hour, in Group 7's Round of 24 to 12, Broly still easily defeated his opponent — a boy wearing red boxing gloves whose punches made a whooshing fist-wind sound when thrown.

Too bad, Broly easily blocked the fist, grabbed him, and threw him out of the ring for a direct elimination, again drawing a wave of wails and curses from this side of the Group 7 small venue.

"Damn it, how is it like this again?!"

"Bastard, I don't believe it, a little ghost can advance unimpeded through the Sea Selection?"

"Wait, that little guy No. 48, could he really be a dark horse?"

Another half hour passed; as the Round of 12 to 6 matches began, Broly once again threw out an opponent who didn't underestimate him but simply had too great a strength gap, and some people's gazes toward him changed.

Especially Venue 1 and Venue 5, which separately received news that seed players favored by merchant groups had been eliminated by two other kids during the Sea Selection; the Venue 7 audience all looked with burning eyes at Broly sitting on the ground resting at the venue edge, regarding him as Venue 7's big dark horse.

"Not good, Broly-san."

Broly was sitting bored at the venue edge waiting for the next one-move-kill match when he suddenly heard Nahashu's voice from behind.

"What's wrong, what happened?"

Broly turned his head to look and asked.

"Everyone's treating you as the dark horse, Big Bro; no one's betting on your opponent to win."

Nahashu said with a bitter face.

"Uh, is there a problem with that?"

Broly still hadn't wrapped his head around it.

"We can't earn meal money anymore."

Nahashu put it concisely.

"What?!"

Broly's eyes widened sharply; he felt happiness disappear at this moment.

"Big Bro, it's fine, I have a way."

At this time, Cornelia spoke.

"What way?"

"You lean over, I'll tell you secretly."

After all this is a venue, openly, some things can't be said loudly.

Broly jumped onto the audience stands, lay prone at the edge, and listened to Cornelia's idea.

"This and that, Big Bro, did you understand?"

Cornelia whispered in Broly's ear, and after finishing explaining the idea, asked.

"Mm, I got it."

Broly thought for a bit, nodded; Cornelia's idea was pretty much like hooking a good person.

Round of 6 to 3, Broly's opponent was a scar-faced big man; this man exuded a wild, fierce aura, and from the old scars exposed on his chest and arms, one could tell he was a person with rich combat experience.

The man did not underestimate Broly because his opponent was a child; in fact, those who could reach the fourth round of the Sea Selection had basically already eliminated luck-based players.

And this time Broly also didn't resolve his opponent with a light toss like the previous three times, but instead struggled and maneuvered with this opponent quite difficultly.

That's right, it was very difficult for Broly to maneuver with the opponent in front of him, because he had to control his force while also showing an appearance of having exerted all his strength, which for him with his terrifying power was really a somewhat troublesome thing.

One saw the man's fist come crashing; Broly made a blocking motion, and the man's fist was easily blocked by him.

But after a pause, Broly's whole body flew backward, rolling continuously on the ground several times before barely stopping at the ring edge.

Climbing up, this young Saiyan panted with full breath: "What a powerful fist, I actually couldn't block it, nearly fell out of the ring and got eliminated."

In the audience seats, Main: "..."

This acting, too terrible. "Worthy of Broly-san, able to block even that kind of powerful fist."

At the side, a group of kids shouted.

"No, what are you doing, how could this possibly make anyone believe it?"

Main lowered her voice and said; she really couldn't bear this one-glance-fake exaggerated acting.

"Fuck, so he wasn't a dark horse, the first three times he just encountered weakling opponents, wasted my money buying him to win this time!"

However, the surroundings actually had audience members cursing it out, directly making Main stare dumbfounded.

【No way, you actually believed this kind of exaggerated acting?!】

Main's facial expression just lacked writing this paragraph.

"Go, Broly-san!"

Black Eyes shouted loudly, and her shout directly made the boy on the ring rally.

After experiencing being knocked down three times, standing up three times again, the surrounding audience's emotions gradually stirred, gradually shouting the slogan 【Definitely beat the opponent】 in their mouths, only then did Broly difficulty swing a fist, blowing the opponent out of the ring.

"Ah, this was truly a marvelous match; Contestant No. 48, though slightly inferior in strength, relied on tenacious resilience and willpower to defeat Contestant No. 7, let us congratulate Contestant No. 48 on winning this match."

Broly had an appearance of panting heavily, but not a drop of sweat flowed from his forehead; if not for his whole body being dirty with footprints on it, no one would believe he had just experienced a difficult battle.

"The 3-to-1 trial is tomorrow, rest well for a night, strive to qualify tomorrow."

The referee saw Broly's bedraggled appearance, knew how strong the other two opponents vying for the qualifying spots tomorrow were; although not optimistic about this kid who relied on luck and a bit of strength to reach the fifth round, still encouraged Broly a bit.

"Okay, I will definitely qualify."

Broly said very certainly; aside from some footprints and looking comparatively dirty on the outside, he had no injuries at all.

That's normal, after all they're Saiyans.

"How was it, everyone? My acting weak wasn't bad, right?"

Walking out of the venue and meeting up with the other children, Broly asked.

"It was simply amazing, Broly-san, especially the third time you were knocked down, I even saw someone in the audience seats tearing up their tickets betting on you to win."

"However, after Broly-san knocked down your opponent at the end, that person was rather embarrassed bending over on the ground looking for the ticket scraps they'd torn up themselves."

The children laughed; those who dare underestimate their big bro, getting embarrassed a bit is just what they deserve.

"Broly-san, with your fourth match's show of weakness, tomorrow's two matches deciding the qualifying round, definitely not too many people will bet on you to win; at that time as long as you keep showing weakness, we'll definitely be able to earn even more money."

Cornelia said.

"What a pity, for today's fourth match's betting, a pile of people all bet on big bro you to win, we put all our money on it, but it still wasn't as much as the money won in the earlier matches."

Nahashu felt some pity.

"This is also something that can't be helped, after all with many losses, those betting people aren't stupid either."

Akame had already discovered in the third match that others no longer really believed there were suckers betting on a dark horse, but rather believed more that Broly himself was that real dark horse, the betting tendency shifting from the opponent to him himself.

"I feel, if you all really plan to use today's last match's exaggerated acting performance tomorrow, it definitely will be seen through by others."

Main pressed her forehead; although there were many simple audience members in the audience seats who believed their exaggerated performance, she still noticed some other audience members' faces showing contempt, mouth corners twitching, clearly those people could see through that this was fooling people.

Of course, perhaps they're uncertain now, but one or two more times definitely can confirm it, and the real big betting money is actually after entering the qualifying round.

"Then what to do?"

After Main spoke what she'd discerned from observing expressions, Akame, Kuroro and the others couldn't stay calm; whether they could win more money would decide their future life quality, they directly asked Main; along this journey of getting along, they also all knew Main was a resourceful girl.

"Very simple, we need to improve acting skills, especially big bro's acting skills." Main spoke with hands on hips, then raised a hand pointing at Broly, "Just now when you showed weakness, whether it was the posture of flying out, or the words spoken when standing back up, it was all too fake."

"But the opponent really was weak, if not for me rolling away myself, he fundamentally couldn't have blown me away at all."

Broly defended himself with one sentence.

"That's why, you even more need special training, to act the weak posture even more like it's real!"

As a mixed-blood, Main had once, for the sake of staying alive, counted as self-taught the acting skill.

Perhaps she wasn't professional, but at least she was stronger than the children here, stronger than Broly.

"Tonight, let's conduct special training!"

She said.

(Chapter End)