Chapter 52

The hardcore ad insertion complete, the perspective returns to the match arena; Broly had been rear naked choked for about a minute, he felt the time was about right, so he bit open the exploding juice gummy in his mouth and *pu* spat out a mouthful of blood.

And this mouthful of blood directly ignited the arena atmosphere; the host referee shouted loudly: "Contestant Broly has vomited blood; he can no longer hold on!"

However, Merad was somewhat dazed; this is a rear naked choke — how on earth can a rear naked choke choke out blood? Before she could figure it out, she heard the boy she was rear naked choking suddenly let out ah-ah-ah cries.

Then, the hands grabbing her legs transmitted a tremendous force, instantly breaking through her leg rear naked choke and flipping her whole body away.

Before Merad could land, the boy spread his arms and rushed over, looking ready to tackle her; Merad tried to dodge but was a step too late.

Broly directly pounced her to the ground; in the ground grappling, Merad's neck was encircled by Broly's left arm.

Girl on top, boy on bottom; Merad's struggling legs were firmly locked from the inner thighs by Broly's feet like an octopus, and a ground arm rear naked choke directly formed.

"Astonishing; Contestant Broly relied on brute force to break free of Contestant Mermaid's leg rear naked choke, flipped Contestant Mermaid away, then fiercely pounced on Contestant Mermaid again; the two engaged in intense grappling on the ground, and Contestant Broly turned around and formed an arm rear naked choke on Contestant Mermaid..."

The host referee quickly introduced the situation in the arena; and this kind of reversal match where who wins is uncertain is the most exciting.

"If you admit defeat, and also provide food and lodging, I can let you go."

Broly said quietly to Merad on top of him.

"Make me admit defeat — dream on!"

Merad knew the rear naked choke in unarmed combat was powerful, but she also knew how to solve this move; as long as she had sufficiently strong grip strength, she could pinch the choke-holder's arm bone and break through the choke by crushing the arm bone.

Merad thought this and did it, but when her fingers that could crush rock pinched Broly's forearm, she realized her mistake — the arm choking her neck was harder than rock or steel rebar.

Even wanting to switch to tearing the boy's flesh and using her nails to cut the tendons inside, she simply could not break the skin's defense; it was too tough.

"Since it's like this, I can only choke you unconscious then."

Broly spoke Merad's line from just now, and his arm began to tighten.

Merad first felt a burst of suffocation, immediately followed by neck blood vessels being compressed by external force, causing the blood inside her body unable to transport oxygen to the brain; the brain's oxygen deprivation began producing dizziness — and this is the principle by which the rear naked choke makes one lose consciousness.

Merad wanted to admit defeat, but Broly's move speed was too fast; she lay on Broly with mouth wide open, like a fish lacking oxygen — her whole body first tensed up, and only after tears flowed out did her whole person relax.

In less than half a minute of being rear naked choked by Broly, Merad was choked unconscious and went limp on Broly.

Broly released his hands, climbed up from the ground, looked at Merad with some regret — a high-quality long-term meal ticket was just gone like that.

Of course, Merad didn't die; she was just choked unconscious; it's just that Broly felt since this person was defeated by him, she probably wouldn't take them as subordinates and provide food and lodging for their whole group anymore.

"Round of 8 to 4, second match: Contestant Mermaid vs Contestant Broly — Contestant Broly wins!"

The referee confirmed the girl's unconsciousness on the stage and announced the second match's result; the main venue erupted in enthusiastic cheers and applause.

Insiders watch the doorway, outsiders watch the bustle; to these audience members, this was a very exciting match — first the two's continuous attack and defense (the fighting when Merad and Broly were chatting at the start, possessing performative viewing appeal), then the later grappling, the two each performing a rear naked choke on the other; although there was no splendid fist-and-foot exchange, it was like a tug-of-war where both exhausted all strength, each struggling desperately.

And what guarantees the match looks exciting is one more important reason: Merad is also a child.

Although as a girl she looks somewhat disadvantaged, her age being older than Broly just right compensates for this surface disadvantage.

An evenly matched battle is undoubtedly exciting; perhaps someone wondered why Merad's acupoint fist was useless against Broly.

But most audience don't care about that; they only know they saw two young martial artists on the Western Martial Arts Tournament's ring present a splendid showdown for everyone.

Merad was carried down by staff; Broly headed toward the player area after leaving the ring, and when passing by Esdeath's side was stopped by Esdeath; Esdeath quietly popularized science to him about 【rear naked choke does not cause vomiting blood】.

"Unless she choked your neck until it snapped."

Esdeath spoke, then suddenly reached out; Broly did not dodge.

She wiped a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth, held it before her nose and sniffed. "You used red heart fruit juice as blood?"

Esdeath asked, sucked the fruit-juice blood off her index finger, then evaluated it.

"Sweet, quite tasty."

"Any more?"

Esdeath looked at the boy's red mouth corner and asked this question.

"Mm, there's more."

Broly nodded in reply, fished out some exploding juice gummies from his pocket, and handed them to Esdeath.

"Thanks."

Esdeath ate unceremoniously; the two leaned together and continued watching the match.

The tenth group and twelfth group contestants had already gone up; in the waiting area, besides Esdeath and Broly, only Samba-san and his opponent remained.

Samba-san secretly glanced this way, discovered the two little brats gnawing on red heart fruit exploding juice gummies, making themselves look like their mouths were bleeding.

Samba-san's mouth corner twitched; he had misjudged — what "little brat who might be eliminated at any moment"? Clearly a cunning little bastard who possesses very strong strength but has been constantly playing pig to eat tiger, acting weak.

The third showdown grappled for forty minutes and ended; Samba-san's turn — this bearded big man took only twenty minutes to solve his opponent.

Intermission; the performance troupe invited by the organizing merchant guild came out strolling one by one carrying the guild's logo advertisements; among them the Western Dance Troupe's belly dance was the most eye-catching.

That dance — truly white, truly big...

Merad woke up; Cassandra was at her side taking care of her.

Upon realizing her defeat, Merad strangely flew into a rage.

She had been played — a little bastard who hid his true strength.

But that's not the point; because without weapons, she truly wasn't his match.

Can't win — that's nothing strange.

But because the other party was acting, she misjudged his strength, leading to her being unable to admit defeat in time when rear naked choked.

"Damn it, this humiliation — I'll definitely pay it back."

"Miss Merlade, not to that extent, right? Just lost a match unfavorable to you."

"How is it not to that extent! That guy made me wet my pants!"

"Ah?"

A person exerting force with all their might while suffocating is very likely to cause urinary and fecal incontinence.

Very obviously, Merad had incontinence.

Although it was only a minor loss of control, to have been brought to this state by a male — even if he was a boy smaller than herself.

For her, this was also a great humiliation.

(Chapter End)