Martial Online.

Chapter 400 Win The Tournament

"The tournament, huh?!" A man with a topknot haircut laughed heartfully and slammed his open palm against a wooden pole.

Crack—the wooden pole cracked from the middle and fell to the ground.

The bun-wearing man was mostly naked, except he wore a loincloth to cover his private parts. He was rather fat, except for his leg and arm muscles, which steered with power.

In the dojo, similar-clothed individuals watched their master strike the wooden poles with his bare hands. With each strike, the wooden poles cracked and broke apart.

He possessed immense physical strength.

"Whoo…" Their master, named Yokozuna, reeled in his arm and smashed through another wooden pole with his palm.

His fingers smoked as if they were on fire, but it was only the result of a powerful strike that effortlessly decimated the training wooden poles, which should last many months and thousands of strikes.

However, in front of Yokozuna, they couldn't stand a single strike

"Ozeki!" He shouted.

"Yes, master." Ozeki, a man with a similar topknot haircut, stood up from among the students and rubbed his hands together with chalk.

"Our sumo will prevail, and we will show everyone in that tournament." Yokozuna shouted, opened his palm, and smashed his hand through the solid-looking wall, leaving behind a hand-sized hole.

"Yes, master." Ozeki bowed as much as he could, with his fat blocking him from bowing too low. However, like Yokozuna, he had a lot of hidden muscles, and his thighs bulged with excessive muscles.

"Grrr…" Yokozuna stood in front of the broken wall and moved into a sumo stance—one hand touching the floor, and his body lowered closer to the floor while his muscular legs kept his body up.

Then, using the explosive muscles of his thighs, he dashed across the dojo, using his insane acceleration to his advantage, and then smashed his fist through a wooden puppet.

The wooden puppet shattered into thousands of small pieces, and as the newer students saw that, they sighed in frustration as they were on cleaning duty.

However, after seeing their master's insane strength, it made them desire similar strength.

"Kuro…" An old, angry voice sounded, and then Yokozuna got slapped in the back of his head.

"Oof!" Yokozuna held his head and looked at the old, short figure that stood by him. "G-grandma?"

"What are you doing, destroying this place?!" His grandma shouted. She was only about 140 cm tall with a wrinkly face and managed to only walk with the help of a walking cane.

The students awkwardly looked away as they had gotten used to the old woman's attitude.

"W-well…" Yokozuna humbly lowered his head and forced a smile. "I-I am teaching my students, you see…"

"You don't need to destroy things to teach them!"

His grandma shouted and looked at the broken pieces of the puppet that were scattered across the floor.

"Kuro, clean it up!" She shouted and looked at the others with narrowed eyes. "You all, pick up the brushes, hammers, and nails, then start fixing up the walls!"

Everyone groaned, but they followed her orders and went to fetch the items that was required to fix the walls.

Yokozuna pouted and crouched on the floor on his knees as he began picking up the broken pieces with his hands.

'This old hag, she'll never allow me to act cool in front of them!' Yokozuna felt like crying.

Ozeki walked over to him and started helping him to pick up the broken pieces.

He then said, "Master, as long as we win the tournament, we'll look super cool!"

"Y-you think so?" Yokozuna asked with bright eyes.

Ozeki smiled and nodded. "Yes! Perhaps we'll finally get women to join our dojo!"

Yokozuna's eyes brightened up, and he turned to look over to his students. There were about thirty aspiring sumo fighters, but most of them were already part of the same sumo training facility in the real world.

However, they were all young men; there was not a single woman in sight except his grandma. However, in their eyes, she wasn't even a woman, as she seemed more like a grumpy old man.

"We have to win!" Yokozuna took a deep breath. "I'll finally look cool!"

"You are already cool!" Ozeki showed a thumbs up.

"Thank you, but this is not what I want." Yokozuna shook his head and formed a fist. "I want a girlfriend. I want to look cool in front of women! I need to win!"

…

On the balcony of a green-painted cafe. The balcony had flowers and bushes to give the cafe a very nature-like feeling.

Around a round table, Olympos tapped his finger against the table while impatiently waiting for his friend to arrive.

"Where is he?" He impatiently checked the time on the interface and saw that he should've arrived an hour ago.

As he was starting to think about leaving, a figure stepped through the door, arriving at the balcony, and then sat down on the other side of the table, sunglasses hiding his eyes.

"John, where've you been?!" Olympos asked angrily.

"Some of my fangirls were chasing me." 89John crossed his legs and said it with a long yawn. "Well, what do you want, Olympos?"

"Heard about the tournament?" Olympos asked while discreetly looking over the streets.

"Of course I've." 89John said with a frown. 'Does he think I live under a rock? Literally everyone and their dogs have heard about it!'

After the embarrassment of Hightown, he discreetly distanced himself from Olympos, as his fame had decreased drastically.

Olympos used to be the 55th-ranked streamer, but after his defeat to Ambrose, his rank had dropped to 88!

In a day, or maybe even in an hour, even John was going to pass him. In the near future, Olympos might even drop out of the top 100!

Therefore, 89John didn't feel like he had any use for his friendship anymore. He had already started to mingle with a famous streamer that was in the top 28 in the rankings.

"Well, I was thinking that…" Olympos rubbed his chin. "We should team up for the tournament. I think we can do well."

89John didn't show any expression, but inwardly, he was laughing. He couldn't understand how Olympos could be such a fool.

'Why the fuck would I partner up with some weakling?' 89John forced a smile and said, "Oh, I am not participating in the tournament. I'll probably go to Loch City and do an irl stream, but I ain't participating."

"Oh." Olympos shook his head in disappointment. "It's a once-in-a-life experience, but I guess not everyone is brave enough to compete."

He stood up, straightened his sleeves, and bade farewell.

"Well, cya John, let's talk another time." After the farewell, he left the balcony, leaving John alone in the chair.

"Hah, fucking fool." 89John laughed. "With you, we wouldn't even make it to the second round. I will participate. Why the fuck wouldn't I? It's the perfect advertisement for my stream, especially if I do good!"

He chuckled and looked at the sunny sky with a smile.

"I guess it's time to cut him loose. Olympos' friendship was worth it as he was a high-ranked streamer with a good fanbase, and it gave me more opportunities to rise in my streaming career.

"However, he is done for. First, I'll pass him, then he drops off the top 100, and soon enough, he won't even be in the top 1000. Such friendship is worthless."

Outside the balcony, Olympos hid behind a wall with a cold look. He heard it all, but he couldn't do anything except dig his fingers into his palm.

"Just wait, I'll win the tournament." His eyes turned cold. "I ain't done yet, John. Soon, you'll beg for me to be your friend."