Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 44 Auditions Begin

"Master Northen, do you really think that the big brother those kids are talking about can get a rank?"

"Oh, how is that possible? I just thought that the places we have are useless, so I just gave them to those kids."

"The Isco Chamber of Commerce is such a jerk. We rushed to send them so many supplies, but in the end they gave us a useless qualification to participate in the martial arts competition."

"Our Jitu Chamber of Commerce is coming to the west to expand the market. It is normal to encounter resistance. I guess some people from the western merchant group noticed this and put pressure on the Isco Chamber of Commerce. In the end, they only gave us the qualification to participate in the martial arts conference they held."

"If we had known this would happen, we should have summoned experts from the southern border."

"There are still many martial arts masters in the Western Territory. We are not prepared this time, so we can only wait until the next martial arts conference to make our Chamber of Commerce famous."

Manager Northen chatted with the old servant beside him for a few words and then left, not paying attention to the competition spot given by his own Chamber of Commerce.

Even the spies from the Western Merchant Corps who were responsible for following their actions, after learning that the group of children sponsored by the other party were just soliciting sponsorship for a certain older brother who was also a child, smiled indifferently. After all, if the children participated in this kind of martial arts competition for all ages, they would only be able to go through the one round.

. . . . .

"Excuse me, is this the place to register for the Western Martial Arts Tournament?"

"Yes, little sister, what can I do for you?"

The registrar at the workstation asked when she saw that the person coming over to ask questions was a young girl.

"I'm here to sign up for the competition."

"Okay, please pay the registration fee of 10,000 first."

"I do not have money."

"Then do you have a recommendation from the Chamber of Commerce for the qualification to participate?"

The registrar lady who had just received a group of children asked.

"Neither do I, but I have this."

"what!"

The registrar let out a scream, and was startled by the leather with some blood and flesh on it placed on the counter.

"This is the skin of a ground dragon. I sold the same skin for more than 11,000 yuan in the last city. This is a new ground dragon I hunted. I just skinned it less than an hour ago. Can I use this to pay off my debt?"

Esdeath asked. She arrived in Daxi City yesterday, but the competition had not started yet and was only in the registration stage.

After learning that registration costs money and that she doesn't have enough money, Esdeath ran out of the city again to look for traces of dangerous species. She just came back today after hunting down a ground dragon.

I was just worried that the registration period would have passed, so I had no place to sell my items, so I came directly to the registration office, hoping to pay with something in exchange for the goods.

"Let me ask."

The registrar went to ask, and soon someone from the Chamber of Commerce who had heard the news came over and inquired about the girl with long ice-blue hair.

After knowing that Esdeath was from the northern [Partes tribe], a Chamber of Commerce specializing in dangerous species materials purchased the dangerous species materials she hunted, and also gave her an order to fight on her behalf in a martial arts tournament.

"As long as you make it to the top 16 and are willing to represent our Chamber of Commerce, we will pay you 300,000 yuan, and the payment will double with each level you advance."

"it is good."

Esdeath agreed. Since this did not conflict with her purpose and could earn her more money, she had no reason to refuse.

. . . .

"Ms. Maillard, your disguised identity is the heir of a southern martial arts family's judo boxing, and your alias is Meimei..."

On the other hand, the future leader of the assassin society Orberg and his men also helped her to report the name of the disguised identity...

"Brother Broly, please report yourself. This is the number of your first opponent."

"Hey, are the opponents arranged directly during registration?"

"I don't know, but after we registered, the registrar at the registration office did tell us the opponent's number directly."

This is actually a common practice in the Western Martial Arts Conference. They will try their best to divide the strong contestants into different promotion groups during the auditions.

This will prevent some strong players from being eliminated directly before the round of 16 qualifiers begin because of the early encounter.

In other words, Broly was treated as a rookie and thrown into a promotion group that already had seeded players, so he was immediately assigned an opponent.

However, the kids on Broly's side don't care who their eldest brother's opponent is. They are more concerned about the gambling part now.

The betting in the Western Martial Arts Competition is divided into banker and bet. Banker means that some business groups set the odds to attract gamblers to buy. However, this will only be done for some famous players, and no bets will be set for new players.

Betting is different. For every competition during the auditions, no matter whether the two contestants are new contestants or experienced contestants, a corresponding gambling game will be set up.

There are no fixed odds. It only depends on the amount of money bet by the gamblers who buy the victory or defeat of both sides, and the odds are calculated according to the time when the last bet is closed.

“Before the play-in round, this was the only bet we could buy, and there were three casinos that offered this type of bet.

As Broly is an underdog, there are certainly not many people who would bet on him to win. Even those who want to bet on a dark horse probably won't bet on him in the first game.

So, we have to place our bets first. Before the game starts, we will divide into three groups and take money to the gambling houses run by the three chambers of commerce to place our bets.

As long as we raise the odds of betting on our opponent to win, we can attract other gamblers to bet on the other side and form a bet against us!"

Nahashu didn't understand gambling before, but that didn't stop him from understanding the rules, which was not a difficult thing.

Of course, except for the idiots and foodies who don't want to use their brains, Akame, Kurome, Bonnie, Losan, and Broly standing together form this combination.

"After we put our money down and no one buys, we'll spread the rumor that there's a rich idiot trying to bet on a dark horse and is betting a lot of money on a new kid."

This was Nahasho’s simple plan.

. . . . .

Time quickly came to the next day, and the Western Martial Arts Tournament auditions officially began. A group of ticketed spectators walked into the small separated venue.

The qualifying round is for the top 16, so there are 16 promotion groups. Each group has powerful masters. In addition, there is also a group of rookies who are just running along.

"Ha, my opponent is actually a child. This is really lucky."

Broly's opponent is a tall and thin young man. After seeing Broly coming on the stage, he seemed to think that he was very lucky.

"Hey, kid on the other side, when the game starts, just admit defeat. I don't want to bully the weak and make a child cry."

In response, Broly thought that he was a good person, so after the game started, he used his strength to throw the man out of the field.

"Group 7, 24th round of auditions, contestant number 48, Broly wins."

The referee was stunned for a while before reading out the results. It was mainly because the fight ended too quickly and some people were slow to react.

"What the hell, is that number 47 a bamboo pole? Why was it thrown down so quickly?"

"Fuck, you can't even match the strength of a child, why don't you just die?!"

"You're participating in the martial arts tournament with this level of ability? That's right, watching noobs make a fool of themselves is why I come to the auditions every year, and your failure was indeed beyond my expectations. I was happy, but this time I bet on you to win, but you made me lose so miserably. RNM, give me back my money!"

It was obvious that the audience members who were cursing had placed bets, hoping to win some money for drinks. However, in less than a second, the guy they bet on to win was thrown out of the field and eliminated. The tickets in their hands turned into blank pieces of paper. They felt an unspeakable anger in their hearts!
(End of this chapter)