radicalducati Chapter 46 The Birth of the Apes
Chapter 46 The Birth of the Apes
Chapter 46 The Birth of the Apes
In the Western Martial Arts Tournament, other contestants are thinking about how to win and how to get a better ranking, but Broly is different. He doesn't need to think about how to win; he only needs to think about how to make his odds higher when he wins. That's a skill.
That night, everyone gathered in a large room to listen to Teacher Mine's lecture. After listening to the theoretical acting course, everyone rushed outside to find a deserted open space to give Brother Broly special acting training on how to expose a fake match.
"A normal person is kicked into the air like this, but someone punched into the air looks like this..."
Different parts of the body are hit and injured, resulting in different forms of pain...
Facial expressions are one aspect, but more importantly, it's the instinctive reaction of the body...
The theories of the Mine Cult were put into practice by Nahash and others. They actually kicked and hit people, all to better show Broly what the reaction of someone being hit should look like and what physical expressions they should make.
Broly didn't dare to slack off, carefully observing the various expressions and instinctive movements revealed by his friends fighting each other, and trying his best to make the same expressions and movements.
After observing the various possible scenarios, it was his turn to put them into practice. The more skilled children, such as Akame and Kurome, were assigned to be his imaginary opponents and began to beat him up using various methods.
Broly, on the other hand, must react promptly to the various blows he receives, displaying painful expressions and physical actions in response.
It must be said that Broly has a great talent for learning physical movements; before midnight, he had learned all sorts of fake fighting techniques.
Suddenly, Akame swiftly kicked him in the right cheek. The instant his leg made contact with his face, Broly's head tilted to the side, and he was sent flying.
Of course, Akame's strength was definitely not that great, but if this were the opponent she faced in her fourth match today, then this kind of flying posture would be quite normal.
Immediately after, Bonney rushed over and kicked again. Just as his foot landed on Broly's abdomen, Broly arched his back from Bonney's force, spitting out a mouthful of saliva as if he had been kicked out.
After Bonnie withdrew his foot, Broly staggered back two steps before kneeling down, clutching his abdomen and letting out a weak, painful groan.
At this moment, Broly was no longer a Saiyan, but an actor with powerful action skills, who mastered the essence of realistic fight scenes at an extremely fast pace.
After Mine said it was okay, the group of children were exhausted and collapsed. On the contrary, Broly, who had been beaten and was trying to learn how to react to being beaten, suddenly recovered his spirits from a state where he was almost unable to get up again.
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On the second day of the Western Martial Arts Tournament, the preliminary rounds for each group were about to determine who would advance to the top 16. Since the number of participants in the seventh group was odd, one person received a bye.
Unfortunately, Broly didn't get a bye and still had to play two matches, but he also had an extra bet. In his first match of the qualifying rounds, he managed to defeat his opponent in front of everyone by using the exquisite defensive techniques he had just learned in special training the night before.
During halftime, Mine noticed the problem again and quickly ran outside to buy bandages, applied some mercurochrome, and then stuck them on Broly's body and face.
The reason is simply that it's strange that Broly, who barely won after being beaten so badly, had no injuries at all.
There was nothing he could do. Although Broly had mastered the acting skills for action scenes, his physique was too strong. No matter how hard he fell, he was unharmed.
Fortunately, after the second qualifying match was also over, when the referee lifted Broly's "exhausted" hand and announced his advancement, Mine could tell from the enthusiastic cheers of the audience that Broly had not been exposed.
"Today was another day of making money from betting. Although I didn't make as much as on the first day, I still made about two-thirds of what I made on the first day. This is all thanks to my brother's superb acting skills..."
In the canteen, a group of children didn't dare to celebrate loudly about the match-fixing incident. They could only whisper praises of their older brother's amazing acting skills and then toast with their juice.
"Don't be careless, we still need to go to the cosmetics store and buy some makeup to make the injury look real."
Mine pointed out that some problems had been exposed today; Broly's biggest weakness was that he cried out in pain but was unharmed.
The qualifying rounds are different from the preliminary rounds. The preliminary rounds are held in a small venue with a few thousand people watching, while the qualifying rounds for the top 16 are held in a large venue with tens of thousands of people watching. If the organizers find out that they are rigging the competition, there will definitely be some problems.
"Hey kid, how's it going? Got eliminated and got beaten up too, huh?!"
Suddenly, Sambassang, the burly man they had met the night before, came over. He saw the gauze on Broly's face and asked him a question with a joke.
"What elimination? Our eldest brother has advanced!"
Immediately, some children retorted.
"They advanced?!"
Upon hearing this, Sambasang was startled and asked, "Are you in the first group or the fifth group?"
"What do you mean, first group or fifth group? Our eldest brother is in the seventh group."
"The seventh group, oh, that's fine then."
Sambasan was relieved; indeed, some monstrous newcomers had emerged in this year's Western Martial Arts Tournament.
I heard that in the qualifying rounds, he defeated his opponents even faster than them, and they were all children.
However, those two monster rookies were in the first and fifth groups. As for the seventh group, although it was also children who advanced, it was too difficult. It was said that they only advanced because their opponents underestimated them. Such opponents were not worth Sambassang's attention at all.
Of course, after learning that the young contestant who advanced from the seventh group was Broly, Sambasang still thought highly of the boy. At such a young age, he already had the strength to enter the top 16 of the Western Martial Arts Tournament, and he would surely become even more powerful in the future.
However, if the other party is in Group 7, they will have to be grouped with the other two monster newbies, which makes Sambasang sigh.
"Kid, I didn't expect you to be so good. However, your good luck probably ends here. If you are in the seventh group, according to the rules of the qualifying round, you will be assigned to the top 8 groups for the match-up game."
In the first eight groups, there are two monster rookies who are stronger than you and are also children. If you have a chance to win another match, you should encounter the monsters in the fifth group. Hopefully, you won't be discouraged by the true geniuses when you get defeated.
"I will win."
Broly said he had no doubt about that.
"It's good that you're confident. Anyway, keep it up."
Sambasang kindly reminded him that this child was very talented, but because of this, he was more likely to be discouraged and become mediocre when he encountered a more outstanding genius.
"Uncle Sambasang, what about you? Did you advance?"
The children could feel the goodwill that Sambasang was showing. Bonnie looked at him and suddenly asked a question.
"Haha, what a question! Do you think I, Sambasang, could be eliminated in the preliminary rounds?"
Samba Sang laughed heartily and immediately announced that he was the third contestant to advance. He was also considered the strongest seed in Group 15, and that the qualifying match would be a piece of cake for him. The only ones he was really worried about were the two monster rookies who had advanced even faster than him.
"I heard from the Degas Merchant Guild that the first group of qualifiers was a girl from a minority group in the northern part of the empire who made a living by hunting dangerous species. Her fighting style was mainly fierce and swift."
Her opponent, one of the top eight in the last martial arts tournament, only lasted two minutes before being kicked off the stage.
Afterwards, it seemed his hand and ribs were broken; he was a formidable opponent.
Nahashu was a smooth talker. He invited Sambasang to have a meal together. After Sambasang had some drinks, he casually brought up the topic of the first eight matches tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)