Chapter 46: The Birth of the Performing Ape

At the Western Martial Arts Tournament, other participants were thinking about how to win and how to achieve a better ranking, but Broly was a bit different; he didn't need to think about how to win, only how to make his odds higher while winning, which was a technical skill.

That night, everyone gathered in a large room to listen to Main's lecture, and after finishing the theoretical performance course, they immediately ran outside to find an empty space to help Broly-san with his match-fixing acting training.

"A normal person kicked away is in this kind of posture, while being punched away is like this...

After being hit in different parts of the body and injured, there will be different forms of painful expression...

Facial expression is one aspect, but more important is the instinctive reaction of the limbs..."

Main taught the theory, while Nahashu and others practiced the performance; they really kicked and really punched, just to better show Broly what a person being beaten should look like and what physical expressions they should have.

Broly didn't dare to be negligent; he carefully observed the various expressions and instinctive movements shown by his partners sparring, and tried hard to make the same expressions and movements.

After observing various possible striking situations, it was his turn to practice; children with better agility like Chìtóng and Hēitóng were specifically responsible for being his imaginary opponents and started beating him with various methods.

Broly then had to show corresponding painful expressions, limb movements, and timely reactions to various different strikes after being beaten.

It had to be said that Broly had a talent for learning physical movements; before midnight, he had already learned various fake fighting techniques.

Chìtóng swiftly kicked toward his right cheek; at the moment his leg touched his cheek, Broly tilted his head accordingly and flew out.

Of course, Chìtóng's strength definitely wasn't that great, but if this was the opponent he met in the fourth match today, this kind of flying posture would be very normal.

Next, Pony rushed over and kicked again; at the moment his foot just stepped on Broly's abdomen, Broly arched his waist following Pony's force, and his wide-open mouth directly spat out a mouthful of saliva, just like he was kicked out.

And after Pony pulled his foot back, Broly staggered back two steps, then knelt down, covering his abdomen and letting out weak, powerless groans of pain.

At this moment, Broly was no longer a Saiyan, but a performing ape with realistic action movie acting skills; he mastered the essence of realistic acting at an extremely fast speed.

After Main said there was no problem, a group of children finally collapsed from exhaustion; conversely, Broly, who had been beaten and worked hard to learn how to react to being beaten, instantly recovered his spirit from a state of near permanent disability.

On the second day of the official opening of the Western Martial Arts Tournament, the sea selection matches of each group reached the point of deciding who would advance to the quarterfinals; the number of participants in Group 7 was odd, so there was one bye.

Unfortunately, Broly didn't get a bye and still had to fight two matches, but he also got an extra betting opportunity; his first match in the advancement round, right in front of everyone, he narrowly defeated his opponent using the exquisite beaten-acting technique he had learned in special training last night.

During halftime, Main noticed the problem again and hurriedly ran outside to buy bandages, applied some red medicine water, and stuck them on Broly's body and face.

The reason was simply that it was too strange that Broly, who had won narrowly after being beaten very miserably, had no injuries at all.

There was no way; although Broly had already mastered acting techniques, his physique was too strong; even if he fell very hard himself, no injury meant no injury.

Fortunately, after the second advancement match also ended narrowly, the referee took the hand of the already 'exhausted' Broly and raised it, announcing his advancement; from the enthusiastic cheers of the audience in the venue, Main could confirm that Broly had not been exposed.

"Today is another day of making money from betting; although not as much as the first day, it's about two-thirds of the first day's amount, all thanks to the great brother with superb acting..."

In the dining hall, a group of children didn't dare to celebrate loudly about this match-fixing thing; they could only quietly praise the great brother's astonishing acting, then clink glasses and drink juice.

"Don't be careless; we still have to go to the cosmetics shop and buy some rouge and powder that can draw injuries."

Main reminded them; today some problems had been exposed—Broly-san shouting in pain but having no injuries was the biggest flaw.

The qualifying round was different from the sea selection; the sea selection was just competing on the ring of a small venue watched by over a thousand people, but the quarterfinals of the qualifying round would be on the ring of the main venue watched by tens of thousands; if the organizers discovered they were fixing matches, there would definitely be some problems.

"Hey, kid, how is it? Eliminated and got a beating?!" Suddenly, the burly man Samba-san whom they had met the night before yesterday came over; seeing the gauze on Broly's face, he teased and asked.

"What eliminated? Our great brother advanced!"

Immediately, a child retorted.

"Advanced?!"

Hearing this, Samba-san was surprised, but asked: "Are you from Group One or Group Five?"

"What Group One or Group Five? Our great brother is from Group Seven."

"Group Seven? Then it's fine."

Samba-san felt relieved; this session of the Western Martial Arts Tournament had indeed seen some monster rookies.

It was said that in the advancement matches, someone solved their opponent faster than him and advanced, and they were all children.

However, those two monster rookies were on the side of Group One and Group Five; as for Group Seven, although a child also advanced, because the fight was too difficult, it was said they got lucky to advance because the opponent was careless; opponents like this were not taken seriously by Samba-san at all.

Of course, after knowing that the young participant who advanced from Group Seven was Broly, Samba-san still looked at this boy with higher regard; having the strength to enter the top sixteen of the Western Martial Arts Tournament at such a young age, he must become even more formidable in the future.

However, since the other party was in Group Seven, he would have to be paired with the other two monster rookies, which made Samba-san sigh with emotion.

"Kid, didn't expect you to be so formidable; but, your good luck probably ends here; if you're in Group Seven, according to the qualifying round rules, you will be assigned to the paired matches of the top eight groups.

And among the top eight groups, there are two monster rookies stronger than you and also children; if you hope to win another match, you should meet the monster from Group Five; I hope when you are defeated, you won't be discouraged by a true genius."

"I will win."

Broly said, and he didn't doubt this at all.

"Having confidence is a good thing; anyway, cheer up."

Samba-san kindly reminded him; this child had great talent, but precisely because of that, he was more likely to become mediocre after suffering a blow when meeting a more formidable genius.

"Uncle Samba-san, what about you? Did you advance?"

The group of children could feel the goodwill Samba-san released; Pony looked at him and suddenly asked.

"Hahaha, the question you ask—could I, Samba-san, be eliminated in the sea selection?"

Samba-san laughed heartily and immediately said he was the third participant to complete advancement; in Group Fifteen, he was also considered one of the strongest seed players; winning an advancement match was easy; what he was more wary of were the two monster rookies who completed advancement faster than himself.

"According to people from the Degas Chamber of Commerce, the advancer from Group One is a girl from a minority ethnic group from the Northern Region of the Empire who makes a living by hunting Danger Beasts; her fighting style is mainly fierce and swift.

Her opponent, a quarterfinalist from the previous Martial Arts Tournament, could only withstand her for two minutes before being directly kicked off the stage.

Afterwards, it seemed his hand bones and ribs were both broken; he's a formidable guy not to be underestimated."

Nahashu was someone who knew how to make things happen; he invited Samba-san to eat together, and after Samba-san drank some wine, he casually mentioned the participants of tomorrow's first eight matches.

(Chapter End)