blogombal Chapter 47 Blood-vomiting Training
Chapter 47 Blood-vomiting Training
Chapter 47 Blood-vomiting Training
Of course, the other contestants didn't catch Sambas's eye. He was mainly referring to the two monster rookies who had defeated their opponents in the qualifying rounds faster than he had, as told to the people at the Degas Chamber of Commerce who were in charge of collecting information on the contestants.
"As for the guys who advanced from the fifth group, they don't have the support of the Chamber of Commerce and they keep a low profile, so there's relatively little information about them."
Judging from the description, she must have been a master of pressure point techniques. Those she defeated were paralyzed before being kicked off the ring by her.
Sambasan chugs down another large glass of malt beer, then looked at Broly and said, "If you can beat your opponents tomorrow, the guys in Group 5 will be your formidable rivals. That's all the information I have to share. Two drinks with you guys should be enough to cover your expenses. I'm leaving, kids."
After saying that, Sambasang left.
"I didn't expect that other chambers of commerce were also doing intelligence gathering on the contestants."
"It's normal to do this kind of work, because the organizers of the round of 16 also run large-scale betting platforms. The organizers themselves are the bookmakers, and they need to adjust the odds for each player in real time based on the strength they demonstrate."
As for why they don't allow betting between gamblers and only earn a percentage of the turnover, it's mainly because they earn more by acting as the bookmaker themselves.
Often, the profits from a single large-scale betting game in the round of 16 of a martial arts tournament are close to the profits from a single trading run.
"Tomorrow, we'll see which chamber of commerce betting house offers the highest odds to our boss, and that's where we'll bet."
Nahashu said.
"Should we still look at the odds for that bet?"
"Red Eyes asked."
"We'll see, we'll just buy whichever side is higher."
The group of kids had complete faith in Broly and weren't worried at all about the possibility of him losing.
The only concern is that performing too well could lead to a dramatic drop in odds.
After a hearty meal, the group of friends went to buy cosmetics in preparation for tomorrow's competition.
While passing by a food stall, I saw someone eating a kind of bursting candy.
A sudden inspiration struck Mine, and she ran over to the stall owner to ask, "Excuse me, is it possible to fill these candies with other liquids?"
"What other fluids are you planning to pack, guest?"
The candy vendor asked, somewhat curiously.
"May I have some fresh blood injected?"
Mine asked the question.
"what?"
The candy vendor's eyes widened, thinking she was there to cause trouble. Just as he was about to chase her away, he heard that she could pay more.
Okay, as long as the money is right, he'll do anything, not just blood, but even if the customer wants to pour shit into it, he can do it for them and guarantee that the candy will only taste like candy until it's bitten into.
"Could we make a few samples first?"
"Where can we find blood now?"
"Colored water is fine too."
"Then let's use red heart fruit. The juice made from that fruit mixed with water doesn't look too different from blood."
Mine paid the money, and the candy vendor filled several large, bursting gummies with the candy on the spot before handing over the goods.
"Brother Broly, try biting it open in your mouth."
Mine handed the large bursting candy to the boy, and Broly did as she was told without hesitation.
In just a moment, red juice spurted from his mouth.
"That's right, this is it." Mine was excited. "Boss, can you thicken the liquid inside to make it look more like blood?"
"You guys really know how to make things difficult for people."
"We'll add money."
"No problem, mixing fake blood is a piece of cake. But are you still going to have me make candies filled with real blood?"
"If there is a substitute, then there is no need to use real blood."
Mine had tasted blood before, it was from being beaten.
It tastes very fishy and isn't a very good drink.
She didn't want Broly to taste that flavor unless absolutely necessary.
After all, Broly had been very good to her.
After some adjustments, a thicker, bursting gummy candy is now available.
"This is delicious."
Broly's lips were red, like a vampire's, as he slurped up the red heart-shaped juice he was about to spit out.
"This isn't for you to eat, it's for you to vomit. You need to simulate the act of vomiting blood."
Mine cupped Broly's face and rubbed it hard, interrupting his slurping.
"Wasting food is shameful."
Broly said seriously that, despite Mine rubbing his face, he finished the juice in his mouth. It tasted sweet, and he liked it.
"By increasing the odds, we can make more money. With more money, we can buy more things, including food, and the cost is just the juice from one or two bursting candies. Now, do you still think it's a waste?"
"Can I vomit real blood?"
Broly thought for a moment, then asked the question.
"Hey, you can actually spit out real blood?"
The children looked over curiously, completely unaware that their eldest brother possessed this ability.
"Sure, as long as you actually hurt yourself."
Broly raised his little fist, indicating that he could hurt himself.
"no."
As soon as he finished speaking, the children rejected his suggestion. With everyone's unanimous insistence, Broly's suggestion to make the act real was immediately rejected.
Wasting food is something they don't want to do, especially since they used to go hungry, but what if the eldest brother really gets hurt?
Waste, it must be wasted to the fullest extent; Broly's place in his friends' hearts clearly surpasses that of food.
That night, Mine bought cosmetics and popping candy, and while some children with a bit of artistic talent tried to apply injured makeup to the faces of children without artistic talent, Broly was also using popping candy to train his blood-spitting skills.
This was even longer than last night's training session, and Broly finally overcame his urge to suck the 'blood' he had spat out back into his mouth and eat it.
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of bloody juice, his face contorted in agony. The mental stress of wasting food made his pained facial expressions even more vivid – this was the effect of embodying emotion.
. . . .
On the third day of the Western Martial Arts Tournament, the main venue, where the qualifying rounds were being held, was packed with people, and the atmosphere was incredibly lively.
Sixteen contestants who had made it to the preliminary rounds walked into the arena in the center of the venue from different entrances, as the host loudly introduced them through a microphone.
"The first contestant comes from the Partes tribe in the northern part of the empire. Not many people may know about the Partes tribe, but if we talk about a minority group that hunts dangerous species, I'm sure you all know how formidable this group is."
That's right, she's Esdeath, the fighter from the North, supported by the Galapagos Trading Company, which mainly deals in dangerous materials, and who advanced at a speed that surpasses all previous tournament advancements!
The girl with long, ice-blue hair had a calm expression. Draped in the banner of the Galapa Chamber of Commerce, she was the first to enter the main hall under the gaze of tens of thousands of people. She jumped onto the arena, with the Chamber of Commerce banner fluttering behind her.
As the contestant who advanced the fastest, Esdeath received special promotional privileges from her sponsors. Esdeath earned 300,000 yen just by leaving with the merchant guild's flag, making her feel that money was easy to earn in the Western Regions, much easier than in other places she had traveled to before.
The second contestant to appear was Melard, who advanced to second place. She used the pseudonym Meimei, a successor of Southern Jiu-Jitsu. However, because she had no sponsors, the host simply summarized her story in a few words, saying she had no commercial value and that it was enough to let people know who she was.
Melard: "..."
Although she knew long ago that the Western Martial Arts Tournament was full of commercial attributes, she was still a little angry to be ignored like this. However, her attention was soon drawn to Esdeath, who ranked first in the speed of advancement.
The girl had beautiful long sky-blue hair, with a cross-stitched headscarf tied around her head. She wore a loose short-sleeved robe on top and tight stretch pants on the bottom. Her gaze was calm, yet carried an imperceptible sharpness.
When their eyes met, Merard felt as if he had become prey, being targeted by the hunter.
She seems like a very assertive guy. Although she's a pretty young woman, she doesn't seem to be my type...
As Melard thought this to herself, Esdeath on the other side also gave her some evaluation of her second-fastest advancement.
[That's really revealing clothing, exposing her lower abdomen and back completely. It must be cold in the northern tundra.]
Melard's smooth hair was tied into a bun on her head. Her upper body was covered only by two strips of cloth connecting the collar to her still undeveloped chest, revealing a large area of healthy and firm wheat-colored skin. Her lower body was covered by loose martial arts pants.
This is the opposite of Esdeath's style, but without a doubt, she is an oriental beauty with a beauty mark near the corner of her eye.
While the two observed each other and gave their initial impressions, Sambasang, who advanced as the third, also showed off his bulging arm muscles and came to the side wearing a dustproof cloak with the logo of the Degas Chamber of Commerce.
As the third fastest contestant to advance, Esdeath caught the attention of the other two. Esdeath looked at her like she was hunting prey, while Merard looked somewhat disgusted. She didn't like men, especially the type of muscular men with excessively high levels of male hormones.
Fourth, fifth, seventh... more contestants took the stage one after another. The host introduced the identities and backgrounds of these contestants one by one, giving the audience a basic understanding of them, while also promoting the sponsors behind each contestant.
The order of appearance, determined by the speed of advancement, was normal for the first to fifteenth contestants. They all dutifully promoted their backers or showcased their strength (except for Merard). However, when Broly, who appeared in the sixteenth order, came out, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became quiet.
(End of this chapter)