bdsm-fiction Chapter 50 Making Friends Through Strength
Chapter 50 Making Friends Through Strength
Chapter 50 Making Friends Through Strength
"Damn, how could they lose with such a huge advantage?"
"I don't know why, but I bet on Alec to win, and now that he's on his knees, I feel so good!"
"Well done, Broly!"
……
The audience in the main hall erupted in noise after the referee announced the result of the fourth match.
Some people were congratulating the winning boy, while others were angrily calling Alec an idiot.
There is no doubt that Alec's actions have angered the public.
His sudden downfall has delighted countless people.
Of course, there was also a group of gamblers who were blinded by their losses and did not think that Alec's loss was due to the strength of his opponent Broly. Instead, they believed that it was because Alec was reckless and thus handed over a sure victory.
They resented Alec, that idiot, more than the boy who won by luck. It was a pity that they were at a martial arts tournament, otherwise someone might have taken a knife and killed Alec, who was unconscious from his groin.
"Being careless and underestimating one's opponent is a major taboo for martial artists. Alec is truly an idiot."
In the contestants' area, those who witnessed the dramatic reversal immediately offered their sharp commentary.
Was it really due to carelessness and underestimating the opponent?
Esdeath frowned, recalling that she had witnessed the sudden burst of speed at which the boy had delivered his fatal blow to the chicken.
Although Esdeath couldn't be completely certain of the details of that attack due to the distance and angle, her intuition told her that something was amiss, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
Not far away, Merad didn't have this strange feeling; she just thought that this was the boy finally unleashing his potential.
Such bursts of potential are quite common in the training of assassins; after all, even a rabbit will bite when cornered.
Broly was carried off the ring on a stretcher by the staff. He was lying face down when he was carried off. Mine had said that he was uninjured and that it was best not to let others observe his physical condition up close.
After Broly was carried to the martial arts tournament's medical room, Mine immediately barged in with a group of friends as a support group. They refused the examination and treatment that the doctors provided at the tournament venue would conduct on Broly, citing that they knew a renowned healer. The group of children then carried their older brother away.
"What the hell! They don't believe us, but instead trust those quack doctors outside!"
The martial arts tournament doctor felt insulted, but there was nothing he could do if the contestant refused treatment. What could he do but say a few words? Could he force someone to stay for treatment?
"Knock knock knock~"
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and a girl with long, ice-blue hair walked into the medical room. Esdeath looked around after entering, but couldn't find the person she was looking for, so she asked, "Where's the contestant who was carried in earlier?"
"He has already been picked up by his relatives and friends, who say they know a renowned doctor outside and took him there for treatment."
The doctor offered an explanation.
"Looks like I'm too late."
Esdeath turned her head and saw Melard standing by the door, dressed in revealing clothes.
"What, are you interested in him too?"
Melard brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and asked Esdeath a question.
"I just want to confirm a few things."
Esdeath said.
"So, are you trying to find out what our opponents are up to tomorrow?"
She countered with a question.
"No, I just admire him a little and want him to be one of my people."
Melard replied.
"Unfortunately, he has already been picked up by someone else."
"I know."
The two did not speak again, and Esdeath walked past Melard.
She returned to the contestants' area of the main venue and continued watching the round of 16 matches, hoping to find out if there were any other opponents who could impress her.
Unfortunately, even after the eighth match, Esdeath still hadn't found a third opponent she could take seriously.
The first person who caught her attention was Melard from the fifth group. She also easily defeated her opponent, was also a 12-year-old female contestant.
The second one is the younger Broly. Although he performed poorly, the speed at which he dealt the fatal blow to the chicken at the end caught her attention.
Esdeath pondered for a moment, then walked out of the main hall.
After leaving the main venue and turning into an alley, she suddenly stopped.
"Who?"
As she asked the question, she tilted her head to the side at a 45-degree angle and looked behind her.
"It's me, Broly from Group Seven."
Broly appeared here with bandages wrapped around his body; he had come specifically to find Esdeath.
"It's you! You've become so mobile so quickly?"
Esdeath asked curiously.
"Thanks to a miracle doctor we know."
Broly avoided Esdeath's gaze and told the lie Mine had given him.
"You're a liar."
Suddenly, Esdeath said.
"Huh?"
"You don't smell of blood, but given the injuries you sustained in the ring, it's impossible for you not to smell of fresh blood, unless you have no wounds."
Esdeath said this and moved closer. To make sure she hadn't misjudged him, she leaned in and sniffed Broly's scent.
"Besides the smell of herbs and soap, there's no blood on you. You weren't injured at all. Your disheveled appearance in the ring was all an act, am I right?"
Esdeath asked, "Broly had already taken a bath and was even made up with injury makeup when he came out. I didn't expect to be immediately recognized by this new wife."
"I didn't mean to lie to you, it's just that doing this will give me higher odds at the casino, and that's how my partner and I make money."
Broly began to explain.
"So you guys were manipulating the odds. Whatever, I don't care. I just want to ask, you must be very capable, right?"
Esdeath asked the question.
"Um."
Broly nodded. Since coming to this world, he had never encountered an opponent.
"Are you blocking my way here to eliminate your competitor right now?"
Esdeath crouched down, ready for battle.
She didn't care where she fought or who she fought.
She only cares about whether her opponent is strong enough.
"Uh, no, I'm here to make friends with you."
But faced with her displayed fighting spirit, Broly scratched his head and revealed his true purpose.
"Make friends?"
Esdeath's imposing manner faltered; she hadn't expected this answer.
"Can we be friends?"
Esdeath looked at the boy's outstretched hand, and then at the boy's face that showed he really wanted to be her friend, and her desire to hit him faded somewhat.
"I can be friends with them, but I never befriend the weak, because weak friends are always prone to dying on their own."
After saying this, Esdeath paused before continuing, "If you really want to be friends with me, then wait until you beat me tomorrow."
"it is good."
Broly agreed, but after thinking for a moment, he added, "By the way, when I say 'friends,' I mean I'll eventually make you my wife."
"Huh?"
Upon hearing this, Esdeath was taken aback for a moment, but after realizing what she had said, she didn't seem to care.
"If you can really beat me, then I will be your prey, and you can do whatever you want with me."
(End of this chapter)