There was nothing more to say. After Broly discovered a way to quickly raise Esdeath's Happiness Value, he began unleashing all kinds of dangerous attacks.
What counted as a dangerous attack? It could be shown through the effects of the attack, but Broly could not actually beat Esdeath to death. So the target used to demonstrate the effects of those dangerous attacks became the Martial Arts Tournament arena's stage.
The sounds of bang, bang, bang rang out without pause as the ground shook continuously. The Host Referee, who had been commentating on the battle, no longer knew how to explain what was happening.
The weakest contestant, who had been getting beaten up at first, had suddenly turned into a demolition maniac. A casual kick or punch could carve trenches and Deep Pits into the stage. How was anyone supposed to commentate that?
Was that something a human could do?
The audience fell silent as well. That question arose in their hearts.
Watching the hard arena floor crumble beneath the Boy's attacks, watching the girl desperately dodge his terrifying assaults, no one believed that Esdeath, who had held an overwhelming advantage at the start, could still be the Boy's match.
"That's so damn underhanded!"
A gambler who had bet on Esdeath cursed, but few joined in.
What a joke. The "earthquake" over at the stage had not even stopped yet.
If they took even a single punch or kick from that monstrous Boy, they would probably be smashed to pieces.
"Miss Merraid, your loss wasn't unfair. Maybe you should just forget about getting revenge."
Cassandra advised the young lady beside her.
Merraid bit her fingernail, and no one knew what she was thinking.
Compared to the others, who were stunned by Broly tearing apart the stage with his bare hands, Akame,