Chapter 49: Encore Five Minutes

Fighting with all his might is impossible; Broly has no intention of destroying this world, and his opponent simply cannot withstand even a slightly serious attack from him.

However, bringing out the acting skills he trained these two days and going all out to portray a posture of having given his all — that is still doable.

After the match began, Broly satisfied the judgment of the vast majority of the audience in the main venue that he was weak, immediately falling into a disadvantage once they started fighting.

Under the fierce fist technique that the Player Area Group 8 contestant boasted of having honed by defeating numerous Danger Beasts in the wilderness, he bitterly endured and resisted.

"Little ghost, I acknowledge your resilience is not bad, but on this ring of the Martial Arts Tournament, resilience alone is not enough; you need strength to go on. Give up. If you jump off the ring yourself now, you won't have to suffer this flesh-and-blood pain."

After a flurry of continuous strikes, while catching his breath to recover physical strength, Alec persuaded the blown-away Broly in this manner.

But the truth was he was getting tired from the beating; under the continuous fierce assault, he had consumed a large amount of physical strength.

During this time, it wasn't that he didn't want to simply knock Broly off the ring, or even beat the opponent into permanent disability.

The result was that no matter how he unleashed his martial arts, that little ghost on the other side was like cowhide candy, sticking dead fast to the ring.

No matter how he struck, he could barely defend and not fall; no matter how he kicked, he kept some distance from the ring's edge.

"I will not give up, because behind me there is a family that needs to eat; here I must defeat you."

Broly said with some difficulty; the sweet taste in his mouth made him want to suck the fruit-juice blood back in, but with so many people watching at the scene, he could not do such a thing that would give him away.

"Since that's the case, I won't hold back against you any longer. Five minutes. If I cannot knock you down within five minutes, I will admit defeat myself."

Feeling his physical strength decreasing, Alec spoke thus.

"Just five minutes?"

Hearing this, Broly was stunned for a moment, unable to keep from revealing a relaxed expression.

He only needed to act for five more minutes and the opponent would admit defeat; this was truly wonderful.

"An opening!"

Seeing the boy's moment of laxness, Alec's eyes lit up, and he launched a surprise attack without martial virtue.

Broly could defend, but he did not do so; the concept of reciprocity surfaced in his mind.

This opponent before him is a good person; just letting him act for five more minutes was enough.

Therefore he naturally had to give the other party, in these final five minutes, the opportunity to demonstrate his fists and feet.

One saw Alec rush in front of Broly, and just as the boy appeared completely defenseless, his fist slammed into the boy's small belly.

Broly cooperated by arching his body; his body levitated along with it, and the next moment a fierce elbow strike smashed toward his temple.

"Ah, Broly's defense has been breached; he has been blown away by Alec, but Alec still shows no sign of letting up, continuing his pursuit.

Whip kick to the waist, flying knee crashing into the belly, charged straight punch striking Broly's face — Broly throws his head back and sprays blood again; he seems to have lost combat ability and falls down.

Oh no, he stands up again; this tenacious boy stands up again, but he can no longer stand steady. Broly, do you admit defeat? If you admit defeat……"

The host referee commentating the battle had not finished speaking when Group 8 contestant Alec kicked again, once more kicking Broly flying.

"Alec, Broly seems unable to fight on; will you stop and let him admit defeat?"

"Hah, let him admit defeat — are you joking? This little bastard didn't admit defeat early on, yet wasted so much of my physical strength here.

Now that he can't beat me, he wants me to let him admit defeat easily?"

Alec grinned with a ferocious smile.

"Where in the world is there such a good thing? Now I'm going to cripple him!"

Alec is not a broad-minded person; letting Broly admit defeat earlier was only because the opponent's defensive ability was sufficient, making him feel continuing would be a war of attrition, so he didn't care about the means and only wanted to win. But now that he has broken through the opponent's defense with his own true ability and is about to win for real, why would he let the opponent admit defeat so simply?

Such a genius child; his martial arts talent really makes one jealous. Yet he is going to ruin such a genius little guy.

"Ah, Alec has declared he will cripple Broly!"

The host referee cried out in alarm, and his voice, through the microphone, let the audience watching this match in the main venue hear it.

"What? That guy has already won, yet he still wants to cripple that child?"

Most of the audience are comparatively empathetic, especially after previously hearing Broly say upon entering the stage that he continued competing for his family; now they unanimously denounce Group 8 contestant Alec.

Even some audience who bet on him winning are the same; they all feel striking a child who already has no power to fight back is truly too cruel.

The participating martial artists also frown somewhat; victory is victory, there is really no need to cripple a child with decent martial arts talent.

"Alec, you bastard, if you cripple that kid, and I run into you later, I'll cripple you."

Samba-san also got somewhat angry, shouting toward the ring direction from the player area.

"Hmph, Samba-san, you think I'm afraid of you?"

Alec doesn't care about Samba-san's threat; he and Samba-san are from the same tournament batch, and the last time they exchanged hands it was still his superior skill that won. Not far away, Merad's face darkens somewhat; the good seedling she had taken a liking to as a subordinate is about to be crippled now? 【That bastard Alec, if I meet him tomorrow, I'll absolutely kill him!】

Merad isn't angry because Broly is about to be crippled; she merely thinks Group 8 contestant Alec has provoked her.

An assassin provoked — just take the provocateur's life to defend the dignity of the Death God of Orbeg's name.

【3, 2, 1…… Time's up!】

Broly counted the Crystal Palace's time while taking a beating; once the five minutes passed, he immediately put on the appearance of struggling to raise his head.

To Alec, who was catching his breath to the side after getting tired from beating him again, he seriously reminded in a weak tone: "Five minutes have arrived; it's your turn to admit defeat."

Alec originally thought the boy he beat at will should have completely lost consciousness by now; he didn't expect the other party to suddenly raise his head and speak the words that five minutes were up and he should admit defeat.

Already trampling the boy wantonly against the audience's wishes, experiencing this pleasure of defying the masses, Alec immediately mocked: "Hah, admit defeat — what nonsense are you spouting?"

"Eh, wasn't that what you just said?"

Broly asked with some puzzlement.

"That was just to trick a child; didn't think you'd actually believe it, but that figures — you're just a stupid kid."

"You tricked me?"

Broly's eyes widened.

"Of course; just didn't expect you to still have consciousness after I beat you like this, but that's good too — next everyone can hear your wails……"

Alec spoke these words with a ferocious smile, and did not notice that over there on the ground, the deceived Broly had already dug his small hands into the ground.

The hard martial arts ring, under his small hands, seemed to be merely a large block of tofu.

"Honestly, hitting you just now was like hitting a corpse, I didn't feel a shred of excitement fighting you……"

Alec was still yapping away, mainly because he was genuinely tired from the beating.

And, the act of defying the crowd's wishes brought a sense of pleasure to his brain.

Letting him keep running his mouth non-stop.

"You bastard……"

The rubble was easily crushed into powder by a small hand, Broly climbed up from the ground.

Alec's deception made the somewhat simple-minded him feel angry.

"Do you really want to be killed by me?"

In the angry Broly's mind, these words naturally surfaced, along with various strange memory fragments of cruelly slaughtering others.

Those came from some bloody movie or game CGs, and finally the scattered memory fragments fixated on the scene of the Predator brutally processing the prey's corpse.

Just as Broly planned to enact the bloody scenes in his mind, he saw Akame and Kurome in the audience seats not far away shouting for him to kill his opponent.

The bastard on the ring is too arrogant, although they knew Broly-san could never lose, the weak act of taking a beating was just a performance, but it still made Akame, Kurome and the other children extremely angry, they no longer wanted to continue manipulating the odds, they just wanted Big Bro to kill that arrogant bastard dead.

Hmm, if it weren't for their shouts, driven by anger, Broly might really have torn the guy opposite apart, but now seeing them, Broly also rapidly calmed down.

He was here to make money, if he really killed the guy opposite instantly, afterwards, how would their side rely on betting to make big money? "What, you say kill me? Hahaha, have I already beaten you senseless?"

Broly looked truly miserable right now, all the exploding juice gummies in his mouth had been bitten open, his mouth and front chest were covered in fruit juice blood.

And because of falling to the ground many times and being stomped and kicked, his whole person was filthy, plus the injury makeup applied when he came over, even if he collapsed now no one would doubt it.

"I will defeat you……"

Regarding this, Broly shouted these words in a suppressed voice, then staggered unsteadily as he charged at his opponent.

"I'm right here, come on, come defeat me, if you can do it!"

Alec only felt he was high as hell, the taste of publicly destroying a genius was simply too wonderful.

"Slap~"

The next moment, he doubled over, clutching his exploded crotch, and collapsed limply.

After Broly approached, the sudden punch he threw was simply too fast, fast enough that Alec never anticipated it, and couldn't react in time.

Of course, he has reacted now, realizing the Broly who could throw that punch is not simple, but it was already too late, he couldn't even utter a single sentence before fainting from the pain.

At the same time, Broly also collapsed sitting on the ground, as if that strike had exhausted all his strength.

"It is truly too shocking, Contestant Broly actually counterattacked from a desperate situation and defeated Contestant Alec, Contestant Alec was careless……"

After the lightning-fast reversal occurred, the Main Venue fell into a brief silence, after a while the Referee reacted and announced loudly: "Group Stage 16 to 8 Fourth Match, Contestant Broly wins!"

(Chapter End)