Mine was a woman with ideas, and the next day, Broly took the prepared items onto the stage.
After a round of hard-hitting advertisements, the finals of the Western Martial Arts Tournament began.
On the arena, Broly exchanged dozens of moves with Sambasan.
Just as Sambasan, who had his own ulterior motives, began to struggle and prepared to go with the flow and lose, Broly suddenly ran into his fist and put on a faking-injury performance.
"Pfft~"
Broly flew out, spitting a huge mouthful of fresh blood. The places on his body wrapped in bandages also began to seep bright red. These were prop blood packs made by wrapping fresh sheep blood in sheep intestines.
With blood spurting all over his body, Broly confirmed for the somewhat dumbfounded Sambasan the analysis he had given on the arena yesterday about using Secret Arts.
In short, Broly really had used Secret Arts yesterday that severely harmed his body in order to unleash such tremendous power.
And today, due to the side effect of those Secret Arts, he was no match at all for Sambasan in his perfect condition.
It was a shame, but he could no longer fight.
The image of JoJo's this is my final Ripple, take it appeared in Broly's mind. Using Uncle Sambasan, this was how he repaid him for speaking up for him. Take it—this championship! With that look, he watched the Bearded Man's body gradually begin to tremble, as though he had been moved, then fell straight backward.
This grand stage of the Western Martial Arts Tournament no longer had any part for him, the acting ape, to play.
Watching Broly fall, Sambasan's body trembled uncontrollably.
He desperately wanted to rush over, kneel before the Boy, and beg him to get back up and punch him again.