noveltune Chapter 49, performed again for 5 minutes.
Chapter 49, performed again for 5 minutes.
Chapter 49: Five More Minutes
It's impossible for Broly to fight with all his might. He has no intention of destroying the world, and his opponents simply cannot withstand even a slightly forceful attack from him.
However, it's still possible to put your best effort into the acting skills you've honed over the past two days and demonstrate that you've given it your all.
Once the match began, Broly lived up to the expectations of most spectators in the stadium, who judged him to be weak, and he immediately found himself at a disadvantage.
He struggled to hold on against the fierce fist techniques honed by the eighth group of contestants, who claimed to have defeated numerous dangerous species in the wilderness.
"Kid, I admit you're quite resilient, but on this martial arts tournament stage, resilience alone isn't enough. You need strength to keep going. Give up. Just jump off the stage now and you won't have to suffer this pain."
After a series of blows, Alec took a breather to recover his strength and then tried to persuade Broly, who had been knocked away.
But the truth is that he was a bit tired; he had exhausted a lot of energy from the continuous onslaught.
During this time, he did not wish to knock Broly out of the ring directly, or to beat him so badly that he could not get back up.
The result was that no matter how he used his martial arts skills, the kid opposite him was like a piece of chewing gum, sticking to the ring.
No matter how he attacked, he could barely defend himself and not fall down; no matter how he kicked, he was always some distance from the edge of the ring.
"I will not give up, because I have a family behind me who need to eat, and I must win against you."
Broly said with some difficulty that the sweet taste in his mouth made him want to suck the juice blood back in, but with so many people watching, he couldn't do something that would give him away.
"In that case, I won't hold back anymore. Five minutes. If I can't defeat you within five minutes, I'll admit defeat."
Alec remarked, feeling his strength waning.
"Only five minutes?"
Upon hearing this, Broly was taken aback, but couldn't help but show a relaxed expression.
He only needs to perform for another five minutes, and his opponent will give up. That would be wonderful.
"There's a flaw!"
Seeing the boy's momentary lapse in concentration, Alec's eyes lit up, and he launched a surprise attack without any regard for martial ethics.
Broly could have defended, but he didn't; the idea of reciprocity was running through his mind.
The opponent in front of me is a good person; I'll only let him act for another five minutes.
Then he naturally had to give the other party a chance to show off their skills in these last five minutes.
Alec suddenly lunged at Broly and, without the boy being able to react, punched him in the stomach.
Broly arched his body in response, causing it to float into the air. The next moment, a fierce elbow strike came crashing down on his temple.
"Ah, Broly's defense has been breached. He was sent flying by Alec, but Alec still has no intention of letting him go and continues to pursue him."
A whip kick to the waist, a flying knee to the stomach, and a powerful punch straight at Broly's face. Broly tilted his head back and spat out blood again. He seemed to have lost the ability to fight and collapsed.
Oh no, he's standing up again, this strong boy is standing up again, but he can't stand steadily anymore. Broly, do you admit defeat? If you admit defeat...
Before the commentator and referee could finish speaking, Alec, the contestant from Group 8, kicked Broly again, sending him flying once more.
"Alec, Broly seems to be unable to continue. Should you stop and let him concede?"
"Ha, make him admit defeat? What are you talking about? This little bastard should have admitted defeat sooner, instead of wasting so much of my energy here."
Now that we can't beat him, you expect me to make him admit defeat so easily?
Alec grinned maliciously.
"There's no such thing as a free lunch. I'm going to cripple him now!"
Alec is not a magnanimous person. He only made Broly admit defeat earlier because Broly's defense was strong enough that he felt it would be a long and arduous battle. So he didn't care and just wanted to win. But now that he has broken through Broly's defense and is going to win with his own skills, why would he let Broly admit defeat so easily?
Such a talented child, whose martial arts prowess is truly enviable, yet he intends to cripple this genius.
"Ah, Eric has made a statement saying he wants to cripple Broly!"
The host and referee exclaimed in surprise, and his voice was heard by the audience watching the game through the microphone.
"What? That guy has already won, and he still wants to cripple that child?"
Most of the audience members were quite empathetic, especially after hearing Broly say on stage that he was only continuing to compete for his family. Now they are all criticizing the eighth group of contestants.
Even some viewers who bet on him to win felt that it was too cruel to punish a child who was already powerless to fight back.
The participating martial artists also frowned. Victory was victory, there was really no need to ruin a child with good martial arts talent.
"Alec, you bastard, if you cripple that kid, and then if I ever run into you again, I'll cripple you too."
Sambassan was also somewhat angry and shouted towards the ring from the contestants' area.
"Hmph, Sambassador, do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Acrylic didn't care about Sambasang's threat. He and Sambasang were participants in the same martial arts tournament, and in their last encounter, he was the one who was more skilled.
Not far away, Merard's face darkened. The promising young man she had just chosen as her subordinate was about to be ruined.
That bastard Alec, if I see him tomorrow, I'm going to kill him!
Melard wasn't angry about Broly's impending retirement; he just felt that Alec, the contestant in Group 8, had provoked him.
An assassin who is provoked should take the life of the provocateur to uphold the dignity of the name of the Grim Reaper of Olberg.
[3, 2, 1... Time's up!]
Broly was taking a beating while counting down the minutes at Crystal Palace, and after five minutes, he immediately made a gesture of struggling to lift his head.
He spoke weakly but earnestly to Alec, who was catching his breath after another fight, "Five minutes are up. It's time for you to admit defeat."
Alec thought the boy, who had been relentlessly attacked, should have lost consciousness by now, but to his surprise, the boy suddenly looked up and said that five minutes were up and it was time for him to admit defeat.
Alec, who was already recklessly tormenting the boy against the audience's wishes and enjoying the thrill of rebelling against the masses, immediately laughed: "Ha, admit defeat? What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Hey, didn't you just say that?"
Broly asked, somewhat puzzled.
"That's just something you tell kids to believe. I didn't expect you to actually believe it, but you're right, you're a stupid kid."
"You're lying to me?"
Broly's eyes widened.
"Of course, I just didn't expect you to still be conscious after I beat you like this. But that's fine, so everyone can hear your cries of pain now..."
Alec said this with a sneer, unaware that Broly, who had been deceived, had already dug his little hands into the ground.
The hard fighting ring seemed like just a large block of tofu in his small hands.
"Honestly, hitting you just now felt like hitting a corpse; it didn't give me any passion at all..."
Alec was still grumbling, mainly because he was genuinely tired from fighting.
And the pleasure he gets from going against the will of the masses.
He kept spouting witty remarks.
"You bastard..."
The stones were easily crushed into powder by his little hands, and Broly got up from the ground.
Alec's deception angered the somewhat naive Alec.
"Do you really want me to kill you?"
These words naturally surfaced in Broly's angry mind, along with various unfamiliar fragments of cruel and brutal memories of killing others.
It was a CG from some gory movies or games, and the last scattered memory fragments were frozen on the scene of the Predator brutally disposing of the prey's corpse.
Just as Broly was about to put the bloody scene in his mind into action, he saw Akame and Kurome in the audience not far away, chanting for him to kill his opponent.
The bastard in the ring was too arrogant. Although they knew that Broly couldn't possibly lose and that his weakness and being beaten were just an act, it still made Akame, Kurome, and the other kids very angry. They no longer wanted to manipulate the odds; they just wanted their brother to kill that arrogant bastard.
Well, if they hadn't shouted, Broly might have actually torn the guy in the other direction to shreds in his anger, but now that he saw them, Broly quickly calmed down.
He's here to make money. If he really takes down the guy on the other side, how will they make big money from betting after that?
"What? You mean kill me? Hahaha, have I already beaten you senseless?"
Broly looks really bad now; all the gummy candies in his mouth have been bitten open, and his mouth and chest are covered in juice and blood.
Moreover, because he had been kicked and stomped on the ground multiple times, he was filthy. In addition, the makeup that had been applied to him when he came over meant that no one would suspect anything even if he fell down now.
"I will defeat you..."
In response, Broly shouted these words in a low voice, and then staggered towards his opponent.
"I'm right here. Come on, come and defeat me, if you can!"
Alec felt incredibly high; the sensation of publicly destroying a genius was simply amazing.
"Snap!"
The next moment, he arched his back, covered his ruptured groin, and collapsed.
Broly's sudden punch was so fast that Broly didn't expect it at all and didn't have time to react.
Of course, he finally realized that Broly, who could deliver that punch, was no ordinary person, but it was too late. He passed out from the pain without saying another word.
At the same time, Broly collapsed to the ground, as if that blow had exhausted all his strength.
"This is absolutely astonishing! Broly actually pulled off a comeback and defeated Alec! Alec was careless..."
After the lightning-fast reversal, there was a brief silence in the arena. After a while, the presiding judge reacted and loudly announced, "Broly wins the fourth match of the Round of 16!"
(End of this chapter)