The Favored Son of Heaven

“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.

A few medical personnel passing by watched Okamoto Takeshi as he left. They were shocked. This fleeshly mountain of a man moved without a hint of slowness nor strain. He walked very quickly, yet not a hint of his footsteps could be heard in this corridor that echoed easily.

“Qin Fen? I’ve never heard this guy’s name before. Can someonne like that be an expert?” Okamoto Takeshi head tilted to the side as he chuckled, “So he’s of Third Company, Second Battlion, Seventy-Fifth Brigade, eh? Seems like its in this direction.”

Okamoto Takeshi strode in large steps as he spoke, quickly disappearing outside the main entrance to the hospital. He rushed straight to the location indicated to him by his data.

After a few days of investigation, Okamoto Takeshi knew that Qin Fen would always secretly disappear for a time every day after military training. He was gone until dusk, upon which he would always take this tiny secluded road back to his living quarters.

Okamoto Takeshi looked at the lighting of the day and saw that it was still a bit early.

He sat openly and imposingly on the ground as he silently waited for Qin Fen to arrive.

With the passing of time, sumo wrestling had long since been on the decline. This fighting style didn’t paint a beautiful scene when used in combat, plus one had to maintain an obese build in order to use it. It was completely contrary to current aesthetics, making it extremely unpopular.

As interest in paleo martial arts and neo martial arts rapidly grew, the already few people who rested their gazes upon sumo wrestling all turned their gazes to neo and paleo martial arts. This quickened the process of the death of the Japanese technique that was sumo wrestling.

In practically over the course of a night, sumo wrestling was pushed to the brink of history. The situation was very awkward. Sumo wrestling was in the same spot where Taekwando once was, nearly dead, when a man appeared in the world of sumo—Hashimoto Nagashiro!

He fused several paleo martial arts with sumo wrestling and fused several neo martial arts with sumo wrestling as well, ultimately creating the modern Neo Sumo. He took the nearly dead, nearly extinct wrestling technique and saved it.

Neo Sumo returned among modern fighting techniques once more, a matter that everybody involved in sumo wrestling celebrated.

However, the current Neo Sumo didn’t tower above upon returning to be one of the world’s modern fighting techniques, nor did huge numbers of people follow it and enjoyed it like with Neo Taekwondo.

Compared to Neo Taekwondo, whose punches and kicks were dazzling sights during fights, the visual enjoyment factor of Neo Sumo was greatly lower. Plus, cultivating in Neo Taekwondo helped sculpt a decent figure, while cultivating in Neo Sumo made one’s body appear heavily out of shape.

In this way, even though the Neo Sumo fighting technique was of considerable strength, the number of people interested in it and the number of people who became practitioners were few.

This practitioner of Neo Sumo had agreed to join the military through normal channels because he sought to get a good placement in the next Military Recruit Tournament. He would use this chance to draw the gazes of several people and popularize Neo Sumo, turning it into one of the mainstream fighting techniques.

There were young experts hiding among the recruits. All of them were originally waiting to show themselves and reveal their strengths only during the selection process.

Then Qin Fen trampled upon the number one young expert of the State of Korea, suddenly springing up out of nowhere. This caused some of the other young experts to choose to blossom earlier than originally planned.

He was the one and only practitioner of Neo Sumo to enter recruit camp. Okamoto Takeshi naturally didn’t want to let this opportunity escape his grasp. After all, just how strong could a recruit from a little island be?

Okamoto Takeshi would defeat him! He would welcome challenges from the young experts of the other fighting styles,stand at the apex, and defeat them one by one. He would bring Neo Sumo to new and great heights!

Okamoto Takeshi suddenly realized that the rays of the sun were growing softer and softer. This only happened when the sun was about to set. He slowly recovered from his contemplation and waited for his opponent, who could appear at any moment.

Qin Fen was utterly tired today. If there was someone who believed that it was a breeze to train in firearms with the Old Second of All Ages Gun King, Qin Fen didn’t mind letting such a person receive the training for himself and see what it was like.

There hadn’t been much shooting in today’s training. Instead, it was assembling guns and altering guns.

As an ordinary solider of the Army, it was already a decent achievement just to be able to strike a target accurately with a gun. Similarly, having great proficiency in dismantling and assembling guns was an outstanding achievement in the field of firearms.

Qin Fen assembled guns in a manner unlike the other recruits. As long as you placed all the components of a gun in front of him, he could assemble it to completion quite quickly.

The Old Second of All Ages Gun King’s Training naturally possessed its own unique aspects.

There were over a thousand gun components before Qin Fen today. The components came from guns that were so small they could only be loaded with a single bullet and from guns that were so large that they required at least two soldiers operate like heavy machine guns. Their special armor piercing bullets could pierced through the oldest models of mobile armors.

Of these weapons, there were many guns whose models were extremely similar to each other. So similar that even if a gun was assembled using the incorrect component, it could still be used.

However, such assembled guns might loose some accuracy when used, due to the flexibility of the material. It was practically impossible to assemble all these guns without making even a sliver of a mistake. For a recruit who just joined the military a month ago, assembling these guns without error in a fixed amount of time was even more of an impossibility.

However, such an impossible task was considered not to be an issue from Gun King’s perspective.

In his words, if Qin Zhan could do it shortly upon entering the military, than so could Qin Fen. This was the most basic of fundamental trainings.

In order to not have Gun King look down on him Qin Fen brought out all his spirit to strive against Gun King.

Qin Fen finished assembling over a thousand guns, and Gun King gave Qin Fen another new task. It was to take the most suitable components from among all these guns and assemble a single firearm with super powerful might.

Only when Qin Fen finished his customized gun did Gun King begin to comment on the key items that Qin Fen needed to improve on when it came to assembling guns. This also included weak points and strong points of Qin Fen’s customized gun and what sort of further modifications could be done for better performance.

Though it was tiresome, Qin Fen really did learn knowledge about firearms that the other recruits could not learn in their lifetimes.