Chapter 86 - A Challenge from a Neo Sumo Wrestler (1/2)

“I can’t win against him, for now.” Park Jong-Hwan had a very calm smile. “I will win in the future! But now, he should be the number one recruit in martial arts at recruit camp.”

“The number one recruit in martial arts? You’ve been staying too long in that tiny State of Korea of yours, Park Jong-Hwan. You don’t know how big the sky is.”

The door was violently pushed open, and a fatty, looking like a mountain of flesh, barged his way in.

“Neo Sumo?” Park Jong-Hwan sneered as he hopped off his bed. “I don’t welcome useless fat pigs here. Get the hell out at once. Otherwise, don’t blame me for getting mad.”

“Fat pig? Really? You’ll get mad? Okay then!” The mountain of flesh of a man smiled. “Come then. You Neo Taekwondo practitioners are like frogs viewing the sky from the bottom of a well in your State of Korea. You really believe that Bae Seong-Joon is a martial god? He’s just trash….”

“You’re looking to die!” Park Jong-Hwan’s eyes flared with killing intent. It was impossible to unleash any major moves in the narrow space, so he simply did a side kick that stabbed out like a giant spear!

Any martial artist of the State of Korea would not tolerate those who insulted the State of Korea’s martial god. Park Jong-Hawn received the tutelage from the Korean Martial God since young, so he found it absolutely intolerable that someone would insult the god he held in his heart!

Puff ….

The combat kick stabbed straight into the stomach of the fleshly mountain of a man as if it were a spear. Park Jong-Hwan’s lips curved into a faint smile. Even a cow could be killed with this kick of his.

“So this is your strength?” The fleshly mountain of a man spoke very disdainfully.

“You….”

Park Jong-Hwan wanted to pull his leg back, but he discovered that the man’s plump stomach suddenly squeezed, firmly trapping his leg.

“Kid, today I’ll let you experience the Divine Giant Palm of Neo Sumo.”

The fleshly mountain of a man’s giant hand was akin to a palm of a giant deity from legend. The hand smacked down, causing Park Jong-Hwan to feel shocked as he crossed his arms to block before his chest.

Boom!

The glass of the window in the room completely shattered, and Park Jong-Hwan flew out the window through the air, tumbling, as he fainted entirely on the spot.

Instant victory! All it took was just one exchange of blows, and victory was determined in an instant!

Park Jong-Hoon raised his head to look up at the fleshly mountain of a man in terror, as if he was looking at a demonic deity within its temple.

The fleshly mountain of a man looked at Park Jong-Hwan with great disdain. “Qin Fen is the number one recruit in martial arts? I, the Neo Sumo Wrestler Okamoto Takeshi, who is the real number one king of martial artists among the recruits.”

All the windows had been shattered to pieces within this room of the peaceful hospital. The noise immediately drew the flustered sound of footsteps to echo down the corridor.

Park Jong-Hwan was placed in the intensive care ward, after all. Quite a few people would be indicated if an accident were to truly occur.

The tiny nurse jogged her way to the door of the intensive care ward. She extended a hand and pushed the door open, and her hand felt the sensation of pressing against a soft object.

What was this? The tiny nurse raised her head to look and saw that he hand pressed not against the door but a man’s back.

Was this a soldier? Shock could be seen all over the tiny nurse’s face as she saw the fleshly mountain of a build beneath the military uniform. She never saw such a fat build on a solider in military camp before. This man must weigh a hundred and fifty kilograms at the very least, right?

“Beautiful miss, is there something I can help you with?”

Okamoto Takeshi turned around, bringing a polite smile. His enormous and thick body parted way for a small passage to the room, his actions causing the tiny nurse, who had fallen into stupefaction, to snap back to reality.

The window was completely broken, and shards of glass continued to fall from the window sill. A gust of wind caused the window curtain to flutter without end, and Park Jong-Hwan could be seen lying quietly in his hospital gown on the grassy lawn outside the window.

The young lady nurse stared dully at Park Jong-Hwan through the window. Then she looked at Okamoto Takeshi, who maintained his faint smile, and said “You…. You…. Someone come….”

“Miss Nurse.” Park Jong-Hoon interrupted the nurses shouts. His complexion was very grave as he spoke deeply, “This was just two martial artists comparing pointers. My little brother’s loss cannot be blamed on others. Calling the hospital guard will only harm the moral integrity of Neo Taekwondo. All right then. Go ahead and call people to help my little brother switch wards.”

The tiny nurse looked at Park Jong-Hoon, not daring to believe him. Nine out of ten people in the federation trained in martial arts, yet only a few people possessed these sorts of thoughts.

After a moment of stupefaction, the little nurse turned around and left the room with quick steps. The world of these so-called young experts was incomprehensible to ordinary people.

“Don’t be happy, Okamoto Takeshi.” Park Jong-Hoon stared at the fleshly mountain of a man. “My little brother has yet to fully recover from his injury. Winning against an injured martial artist isn’t something to be proud about.”

The corner of Okamoto Takeshi’s lips lifted high, his expression that of pride, as he said disdainfully, “I didn’t use my full strength against him, you know.”

With a tone filled with arrogance, Okamoto Takeshi turned around and brought his fleshly mountain of a body to squeeze out of the room.