Chapter 50: Making Friends Through Strength

"Shit, how can you lose with such a huge advantage?"

"Don't know why, but I bet on Alec to win, yet now that guy's kneeling and I actually feel great!"

"Good job, Broly!"

In the main venue's audience seats, after the referee announced the result of the fourth match, an uproar broke out.

Some were congratulating the winning boy, while others were cursing Alec as a dumbass.

Without a doubt, Alec's actions just now had incurred public wrath.

His sudden crash now satisfied countless people.

Of course, there was also a group of gamblers who had lost until their eyes were red; they didn't believe Alec's loss was due to his opponent Broly's own strength, but rather thought it was because Alec himself had been careless, thus handing over a victory that was firmly in his grasp.

Compared to resenting the boy who won by luck, they resented that dumbass Alec even more; pity it's at the Martial Arts Tournament, otherwise who knows, someone might have taken a knife and slaughtered Alec right now, unconscious from the crotch explosion.

"Carelessness and underestimating the enemy is a major taboo for martial artists; Alec really is an idiot."

In the player area, the contestants who had witnessed the reversal scene just now directly gave a sharp evaluation of this.

【Was it really carelessness?】

Esdeath frowned, thinking of the sudden burst of speed from the boy's fatal chicken strike at the end; she had seen it.

Although due to distance and angle reasons Esdeath couldn't fully confirm the specific situation of that strike, her intuition made her feel something was abnormal, yet she couldn't say where exactly the abnormality lay.

Not far away, Merad didn't have this abnormal feeling; she just felt this should be the boy's final eruption of potential.

Things like this eruption of potential are still quite common in assassin cultivation; after all, even a rabbit will bite when cornered.

Broly was carried off the ring on a stretcher by staff, and while being carried down he was lying face down; Main had said his body had no injuries, so it was best not to let others observe his physical condition at close range.

After Broly was taken to the Martial Arts Tournament's medical room, Main immediately led a group of little partners in as a friend group, using the reason that they knew a divine doctor, refusing the doctors equipped by the tournament venue, and a group of kids just carried their big brother away for the examination and treatment about to be conducted on Broly's body.

"Damn it, they actually don't believe us and instead believe that bunch of quacks outside!"

The tournament doctor only felt insulted, but since the contestant himself was unwilling to accept treatment there was nothing to be done; besides saying a couple of sentences what else could they do, could they still force someone to stay for treatment? "Knock knock knock~"

Suddenly came the sound of knocking; a girl with ice-blue long hair walked in through the medical room door. After entering, Esdeath looked around, didn't find the target she wanted to find, and asked: "Where's the contestant who was just carried in?"

"He's already been taken away by his friends, saying they know an outside divine doctor and took him for treatment."

The doctor explained in one sentence.

"Looks like I came too late."

Esdeath turned her head and saw Merad standing beside the door, wearing revealing clothes.

"What, are you interested in him too?"

Merad teased the hair bun by her ear and asked Esdeath a question.

"Just some things I want to confirm."

Esdeath said.

"What about you, want to scout tomorrow's opponent's details in advance?"

She retorted.

"No, I just appreciate him a bit, want him to be my person."

Merad answered.

"Pity, he's already been taken away."

"I know."

The two didn't speak further; Esdeath walked past Merad.

She returned to the main venue's player area and continued watching the round of 16 matches; she wanted to see if there were any other opponents who could catch her eye.

But pity, after seeing the eighth match end, Esdeath still hadn't discovered a third opponent who could make her care.

The first to catch her attention was Group 5's Merad, similarly easily resolving her opponent, similarly a 12-year-old contestant and also female.

The second was the even younger Broly; although his performance was somewhat poor, that final fatal chicken strike's revealed outburst speed still made her somewhat attentive.

Esdeath pondered and walked toward the outside of the main venue. After exiting the main venue, she turned into an alleyway and suddenly stopped her footsteps.

"Who?"

She asked like this, then tilted her head back at a forty-five-degree angle, looking behind her.

"It's me, I'm Group 7's Broly."

Broly appeared here with bandages wrapped around his body; he had come specially to find Esdeath.

"It's you, can you move freely this fast?"

Esdeath asked curiously.

"Thanks to a divine doctor we know."

Broly avoided Esdeath's gaze and spoke the lie Main gave.

"You're a liar."

Suddenly, Esdeath said.

"Eh?"

"Your body has no smell of blood, and with the injuries you received on the ring, it's impossible to have no smell of fresh blood, unless your body has no wounds."

Esdeath spoke like this and approached; to confirm she hadn't made a judgment error, she actively leaned close to Broly and sniffed the scent on his body.

"Besides medicinal herb scent and a soap scent, your body has no blood scent; you're not injured at all, the sorry state on the ring was all acted out, am I right?"

Esdeath asked; Broly had already showered, and when he came out he still had injury makeup applied, didn't expect to be seen through at a glance by this new wife.

"I didn't mean to deceive you; it's just doing this lets my odds at the gambling house be higher, me and my partners are earning this money."

Broly explained.

"So you're manipulating odds; don't care, I don't mind this, I only want to ask, you should be quite strong, right?"

Esdeath asked.

"Hmm."

Broly nodded; since arriving in this world until now, he had not encountered an opponent.

"You're blocking my way here — are you preparing to solve me, this rival, right now?"

Esdeath bent down, already battle ready.

She didn't care where to fight at all, nor who to fight with.

She only cared whether the guy as an opponent was strong enough.

"Uh, no, I came to make friends with you."

But facing her revealed battle intent, Broly scratched his head and confessed his true purpose.

"Make friends?"

Esdeath's raised aura stalled; she hadn't expected this answer.

"Can you be friends with me?"

Esdeath looked at the boy's outstretched hand, then looked again at the boy's face showing he really wanted to make friends with her, and her thoughts of wanting to fight faded somewhat.

"Can be friends, but I never make friends with the weak, because weak friends always easily just die on their own."

Esdeath finished saying this, paused, then continued: "If you really want to make friends with me, then wait until tomorrow, beat me, then we'll talk."

"Okay."

Broly agreed, but thought a bit, then added a sentence: "Right, what I mean by make friends is that in the end I'll let you become my wife."

"Eh?"

Hearing this, Esdeath froze for a moment, but after reacting, she didn't care either.

"If you really can beat me, then I'm the prey you hunted down; at that time, I can let you dispose of me."

(Chapter End)