"Negative emotional value from Vegeta +999."
"Negative emotional value from Broly +999."
"Negative emotional value from Jaco..."
Vegeta and the other three provided Soya with several more rounds of negative emotional value.
Seriously, if you want to leave, just leave. What did you mean by coming over and beating us up?
Vegeta got up with a dark face, glanced at Broly, looking extremely displeased.
Aren't you supposed to be good at fighting?
How come you got beaten by Soya today?
Could it be that Broly really drank the Combat God Water?
If he started drinking it last night, calculating the time, he should be entering the weak period right about now.
Miscalculation. I should have participated in the previous match.
Broly rubbed the spot where he was hit, took another sip of water, and grinned with a silly smile.
Vegeta took a deep breath, genuinely angered by Broly.
You've been beaten into such a pathetic state by Soya, and you can still smile?
Jaco sniffled, wanting to cry.
Why should I, a Galactic Patrolman, be hanging around with these Saiyans?
I want to go home...
My mom is calling me for dinner at home.
Jaco wiped his tears, looked up at the sky, searching for his homeland.
Raditz slowly raised his head and let out a long sigh of relief.
Luckily, I was smart enough to pinch my thigh hard and didn't try to hit Soya.
Otherwise, I'd be in a sorry state.
At this moment, the audience present was utterly confused.
Where are they?
Where are the contestants?
They disappeared suddenly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, contestants Soya and Kale might be using some special abilities, such as invisibility techniques or high speed movement, etc., so we cannot see them right now. Please wait patiently." The referee thought for a moment and quickly provided an explanation.
This wait lasted over half an hour.
The audience looked around for any trace of Soya and Kale.
"Contestant Soya, contestant Kale, please reveal yourselves immediately, otherwise you will be disqualified." The referee's face turned dark as he spoke loudly into the microphone.
No one responded.
"I will count down from 10. If you still do not appear, both of you will be disqualified." The referee gritted his teeth so hard they creaked.
It was the first time he encountered contestants who disappeared during a fight.
The beginning of the match was quite exciting, though.
"10. 9. 8..."
The referee's countdown quickly ended.
Neither Soya nor Kale appeared.
The referee's face turned green.
What kind of people are they?
The match just started, and they disappeared not long after.
Did you turn invisible to do some strange things?
Didn't I give you half an hour?
Aren't you finished yet?
At least make some noise.
"Negative emotional value from the referee +999."
"I now announce that contestants Soya and Kale are disqualified." Having said this, the referee glanced at the match list in his hand and almost burst into tears.
Now, only two contestants remained who hadn't been eliminated.
One was Raditz, the other was Broly.
"Next, let us proceed to the finals." The referee mustered his courage and announced loudly, "Contestant Raditz versus contestant Broly."
The audience was stunned.
What the hell kind of finals is this.
Isn't this just the second match.
How did it become the finals.
Are you kidding us.
"Refund. Refund. Refund."
The audience shouted loudly one after another, filled with righteous indignation, their anger levels nearly maxing out.
The second match is the finals.
This is the most ridiculous World Martial Arts Tournament in history.
The referee didn't know what to say for a moment, cold sweat pouring down his face.
Is it easy to host a World Martial Arts Tournament.
It's only held once every five years.
And now, this edition of the World Martial Arts Tournament is ending so hastily.
"Your Highness Vegeta, why did you forfeit the match against Broly." Raditz asked Vegeta curiously, feeling somewhat baffled.
"Hmph, I would never participate in such a boring competition." Vegeta was being stubborn, of course he wouldn't admit he was afraid of Broly.
Raditz was a bit confused.
You say you won't participate in such a boring competition.
I saw you fighting quite enthusiastically during the preliminaries.
Now that it's the main tournament, you say it's boring.
"Where was this Broly found." Raditz asked curiously.
After all, Raditz would be fighting Broly in the finals soon, better to get some clarity.
"Met him on some planet." Vegeta replied indifferently.
"What is his combat power. Does Your Highness Vegeta know." Raditz asked again.
"No." Vegeta snorted, growing impatient. "Get lost, don't talk to me anymore."
Raditz twitched his mouth, quickly covered it with his hand, and didn't dare say another word.
Then, Raditz rolled his eyes, secretly observing Broly.
He seems unusual, right.
Why do I get the feeling His Highness Vegeta is afraid of him.
But, how can I achieve final victory.
Raditz glanced again at the mineral water bottle in Broly's hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let us proceed to the final match, contestant Broly versus contestant Raditz. Please, both contestants, enter the ring." After quite some effort to pacify the audience, the referee finally managed to calm them down, promising that the final match would definitely be exciting.
Only then did the audience stop causing a commotion.
Anyway, let's watch the final match first.
Hope it's as exciting as the referee said.
"Let's go, Broly, it's our match now." Raditz called out to Broly.
Broly grinned, hugged his mineral water bottle, and walked towards the ring.
Raditz followed beside Broly.
When the audience saw that the contestants were just two kids, they instantly became furious.
Has the World Martial Arts Tournament become so corrupt.
Two little kids are participating.
Even if you're stuffing participants, you shouldn't stuff two children in.
Many people started shouting for refunds again.
The referee...
The referee covered his face, swearing to himself.
After this World Martial Arts Tournament, I will never be a referee again.
I want to retire.
I can't bear this shame.
My career started with the World Martial Arts Tournament, and now it ends with the World Martial Arts Tournament.
"Alright, the final match begins now." The referee announced loudly.
As soon as the words fell, Broly prepared to charge towards Raditz.
But Raditz calmly pulled out a bottle of mineral water from his person and waved it at Broly.
Broly was visibly startled. He immediately looked at his own almost empty mineral water bottle, then gazed eagerly at the bottle in Raditz's hand, smacking his lips repeatedly.
"Go get it." Raditz casually threw the mineral water bottle outside the ring.
Broly pounced on it like a hungry tiger, clutching the bottle to his chest.
"Thud."
Broly fell outside the ring.
Immediately, Broly unscrewed the cap and started gulping down the water frantically.
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