Chapter 51

Broly went back very happily; the wish that Esdeath, this newly discovered wife, proposed and the condition to become friends with him were not a difficult thing to accomplish at all.

Moreover, just by meeting and speaking a couple of sentences, the other party's Happiness Value rose in a straight line, and by the time Broly returned to the inn it had reached 23 points before stopping its rise; one look and you could tell she was a good wife (Quality Meal Ticket Stock).

At night, Manager Nosen of the Jitu Chamber of Commerce brought the old servant over; although they felt Broly might lose tomorrow, doing a formal publicity for their Chamber of Commerce on the ring before the defeat was still a must.

"The money is ready; as long as you can get a good ranking, we will transfer it directly. Also, this is the flag and competition uniform our Chamber of Commerce rushed to make this afternoon; we hope you can wear this outfit and hold this new flag when you appear tomorrow."

The silk fabric clothes with a smooth texture felt very comfortable to the touch, and the craftsmanship of the Chamber of Commerce flag Manager Nosen brought was also extremely exquisite, completely different from a flag casually made by hand-painting on a piece of white cloth.

Regarding this, Nahashu agreed with full authority on behalf of his big brother, but he also raised the wish of them wanting to help publicize the Jitu Chamber of Commerce as well.

Okay, to put it more bluntly, they just wanted to free-ride a set of good clothes; up to now, most of their team's money had been spent on food and drink, as for clothes they were all sent by good people and then modified by cutting with knives themselves.

Gozuki's broken Teigu long saber could not only be used as a kitchen knife, but also as a tool for cutting clothes, helping quite a bit.

"No problem, I can also give you extra gifts of our Chamber of Commerce's commodities like shoes and backpacks."

Even though he had to lose tomorrow, Manager Nosen still agreed; this group of kids' big brother making it into the Eight Strong was already an unexpected joy, it was just some commodities, even with top-grade materials it would only be a little over ten thousand, this didn't count as anything.

Hmm, mainly he was optimistic about Broly's potential; even if he stopped at the Eight Strong this time, in a few years he might not be unable to become their Chamber of Commerce's Spokesperson Martial Artist on this Great Western Territory side.

"Thank you, Manager Nosen."

The Jitu Chamber of Commerce's generosity greatly increased the children's Goodwill toward this Sponsor.

On the fifth day of the Martial Arts Tournament, the Main Venue here will hold six matches, respectively the 8-to-4 and the Semifinals.

The first match to take the field is still Esdeath; her opponent is the Group Four player who won the second match yesterday.

The script is still the same as yesterday; the Group Four player quickly lost under Esdeath's Fierce Offensive, kicked out without any novelty.

And the second match to take the field is Merad and Broly; when Esdeath returned to the Player Area and passed by the two walking over, she said one sentence to them: "You two have to cheer up; I look forward to fighting any one of you."

Esdeath's words stunned Merad for a moment; after reacting, this future Leader of the Assassin Guild smiled and asked: "What, do you think I might lose to him?"

"If you want to underestimate your opponent today, that's your business, but if you lose because of it, I hope you won't think it was due to your own carelessness."

Esdeath just wanted to fight strong guys; she didn't want her opponent to be someone who won by luck, so she reminded Merad not to underestimate Broly.

Although this seems a bit unfair to Broly who is acting weak, the strong should overcome all disadvantageous factors unfavorable to themselves.

"Okay, I will work hard and cheer."

Broly, on the other hand, accepted Esdeath's cheer very seriously.

Merad looked at him, narrowed her eyes, and didn't speak.

The two went up on the ring; the upcoming victory or defeat would prove everything.

Merad gave him a fist salute; Broly froze for a moment, then also gave her a fist salute.

"If you lose, how about becoming my person?"

Merad took a stance, yet asked.

"Eh, you also want to be friends with me?"

Broly was a bit puzzled, and also copied her stance to take a defensive posture.

"Friends? No, I just want to take you as a subordinate."

Merad attacked.

"What is a subordinate?"

Broly asked, blocking the girl's fist, jumping up and dodging her sweep kick.

"It means a subordinate, a loyal follower."

Merad answered while punching toward Broly like wind, a bit like Wing Chun's continuous striking moves.

Just not using much force, and her Acupoint Fist hasn't been used yet.

"How about it, if you agree, I'll cover food and lodging for you and your family."

Broly was originally still thinking about the meaning of subordinate and follower, but didn't expect to hear this.

"I feel, even if I win, I can still be your subordinate."

Saiyans never surrender, unless food and lodging are covered.

"Win? Hah, you're overthinking this, because I also want to exchange a few moves with that ice-blue long-haired guy; this match's victory cannot be given to you."

Merad kicked Broly away with one foot, then changed her stance; she was preparing to use Acupoint Fist.

This is called a fist art, but it's better described as the Killing Art researched by assassins based on their understanding of human body structure.

Light force can paralyze, heavy force can directly cause permanent disability, even sudden death is possible, and if combined with needle weapons + deadly poison, it becomes an exceptionally terrifying Assassination Art. "I also have a reason I must win, but if I beat you, will you still cover our food and lodging?"

Broly asked; although he would leave this world, the others would still be in this world.

If there was someone willing to provide a long-term meal ticket for his companions, that would be great.

"Heh, impossible, but if you really can beat me, it's not like I can't consider it a bit."

Merad was very confident; even without using her most skilled Insect Manipulation Technique and weapons, she didn't think she would lose to the boy before her.

"End it, Paralysis Fist!"

Merad rushed over, and with fists carrying Penetrating Force, unleashed a series of continuous strikes on Broly's various acupoints.

But after finishing the strikes, Merad immediately jumped back, dodging a backhand horizontal sweep from Broly, and stood firm on the other side of the ring, looking over with some surprise and uncertainty, asking in surprise: "You're fine?"

"Your fists are lighter; I think I should be fine."

Although Broly was acting like a performing ape, he could still distinguish which punches could make him look heavily injured and which punches couldn't be over-acted; his acting had already reached integration over these days.

"I've heard before that some people's acupoints differ from ordinary people; looks like you're that kind of guy."

Merad naturally didn't believe her fist force was too light; she only thought it was a problem of unclear positioning of the acupoints on Broly's body.

Just this makes it a bit troublesome; in yesterday's match Merad had already seen that Broly belonged to the thick-skinned and tough, durable fighter type.

Without weapons, and with acupoint striking useless, it was still a bit difficult for her to take him down.

However, it's only a bit difficult; continuous heavy strikes to the neck can also knock someone unconscious; thinking this, she moved and started striking Broly's neck.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes, six minutes, ten minutes passed; after hundreds of consecutive strikes to the neck, his hands were aching from the reflected force, yet the boy still looked vigorous.

Broly's performance today was quite different, mainly because Merad was also a young girl who didn't look like she possessed much strength.

So he only showed himself at a disadvantage taking hits, but not to the point of absolute desperation, barely managing to fight evenly with her.

"Just what is the deal with you? You've taken this many hits to the nape — don't you feel dizzy at all?"

Merad finally couldn't hold back, rubbing the side of her right hand as she demanded an answer.

"I was born with a thick neck."

Broly answered her question seriously.

Merad: "???"

Goddamn 'born with a thick neck,' and it doesn't even look that thick.

"No choice then. Since that's the case..."

Merad charged in again, leaping to dodge a fist swung by Broly, bracing her right hand on the boy's arm and rotating her body, the next moment landing on Broly's shoulder.

Merad's body was like a python; her left leg wrapped around Broly's neck and passed through her own right knee pit, her right leg fully hooking behind Broly's back, her ankle hooked by her right elbow crook, yet forming a rear naked choke with her legs, her flexible calf exerting force to squeeze, compressing Broly's neck.

Broly subconsciously raised his hands to grab the legs wrapped around his neck, but after reacting he didn't use much force, instead beginning to act out a struggling, pained posture.

"How about it? If you admit defeat now, I can let you go."

Merad didn't like physical contact with males; Broly was unavoidable, but after actual contact she felt it wasn't bad.

Maybe because the boy was young, or maybe because the fluffy hair pressed against her abdomen was soft, somewhat like her pet's.

"I... won't... admit defeat!"

Broly said with difficulty.

"In that case, I'll just have to choke you unconscious directly."

Merad spoke, and her legs began to tighten, forming a loop with her lower abdomen that locked the neck.

"Before you pass out from the choke, you can slap my leg to signal your surrender."

She said that one sentence, then spoke no more.

"Wonderful! After a series of attack and defense, contestant Mermaid used a leg technique she had never used before.

She used her own legs to form a rear naked choke on contestant Broly; contestant Broly is struggling, but seems unable to break free.

It appears the second match is fast approaching the moment the win/loss will be decided; will the unyielding contestant Broly be able to escape contestant Mermaid's leg choke?

Let us wait and see, and during this waiting time, let us introduce once more the Jitu Chamber of Commerce behind contestant Broly.

The Jitu Chamber of Commerce's silk products' quality is just like contestant Broly — even when caught in a leg choke formed by contestant Mermaid's legs, they still do not easily admit defeat or give up..."

(Chapter End)