"For now, I cannot win," Park Jong-hwan said with an easy smile. "But I will win later! For now, he must be the number one new recruit in the training camp's martial arts competition."

"Number one new recruit? Park Jong-hwan, you've stayed in that small place of Hanzhou too long; you don't know how vast the world is."

The door was thrown open violently, and a man as massive as a mountain of flesh squeezed inside.

"New Sumo?" Park Jong-hwan sneered, jumping off the bed. "I don't welcome useless fat pigs here. Get out immediately, or don't blame me for being impolite."

"Fat pig? Is that so? Impolite? Fine!" The man, a mountain of flesh, laughed. "Come on. You frogs who have been looking at the sky from a well in Hanzhou with your new Taekwondo—do you really think Bae Sung-joon is a Martial God? He’s just trash..."

"You're asking to die!" Killing intent flashed in Park Jong-hwan's eyes. The confined space of the room prevented him from using his ultimate move, so he delivered a swift, clean side kick, like a great spear, that shot out with a poof!

Insulting the Martial God of Hanzhou was something no Hanzhou martial artist could tolerate, and for him, who had been taught by the Martial God of Hanzhou since childhood, enduring insults toward the deity in his heart was impossible.

Pfft...

His martial leg, like a spear, pierced directly into the mountain of flesh man's lower abdomen. A faint smile touched the corner of Park Jong-hwan's lips; even an ox would have been felled by that kick.

"Is that your strength?" the mountain of flesh man’s voice sounded dismissive.

"You..."

Park Jong-hwan tried to yank his leg back but found that the doughy belly suddenly compressed, tightly trapping his limb.

"Kid, today I’ll let you experience the Giant Spirit Palm of New Sumo."

The mountain of flesh man's massive hand descended like the palm of the Giant Spirit God from mythology. Park Jong-hwan’s heart jumped, and he crossed his arms to guard his chest.

Bang!

The window glass shattered completely, and Park Jong-hwan tumbled through the air, spinning as he flew out the window, unconscious the moment he hit the ground.

Instant victory! In just one exchange, the match was over instantly!

Park Jong-hoon looked up at the mountain of flesh man in terror, as if gazing upon a demon god in a temple.

The mountain of flesh man looked down at Park Jong-hwan with disdain. "Qin Fen? The number one new recruit in martial arts? I, Gangben Wu of New Sumo, will let you know who the true number one new recruit in martial arts is."

In the quiet hospital, the sudden shattering of an entire window brought a flurry of urgent footsteps down the hallway.

Park Jong-hwan. That was a special care room. If anything unexpected happened, many people would be implicated.

A young nurse scurried to the special care room and hastily reached out to push the door, her palm meeting the sensation of pressing against something soft and yielding.

What was this? The nurse looked up and realized her hand wasn't on the door handle but on the back of a person.

Is this also a soldier? Looking at the mountain-of-flesh physique beneath the uniform, the nurse looked shocked. She had never seen a soldier in the camp with such a large build; surely weighing at least 150 kilograms?

"Beautiful young lady, may I ask what you need?"

Gangben Wu turned around with a polite smile. His enormous, heavy body shifted slightly to allow a path into the room, snapping the stunned nurse back to reality.

The shattered window, with shards of glass still dropping from the sill, let the wind blow in, causing the curtains to dance ceaselessly. Park Jong-hwan, clad in a hospital gown, lay quietly on the green grass outside the window.

The nurse stared blankly at Park Jong-hwan outside, then looked at Gangben Wu, who maintained his smile. "You... you... Help..."

"Nurse," Park Jong-hoon interrupted her cry, his expression grave and his voice low. "This was a sparring match between martial artists; my brother lost, and he has no one to blame. Calling the hospital security will only damage the integrity of our New Taekwondo. That's enough; please call someone to help me move my brother to another room."

The young nurse looked at Park Jong-hoon in disbelief. In the Federation, nine out of ten people practiced martial arts, but very few held such a view.

After a slight pause, the nurse turned and hurried out of the room. The world of these so-called young masters was incomprehensible to ordinary people.

"Gangben Wu, don't get too happy either," Park Jong-hoon said, looking at the mountain of flesh man. "My brother is still injured. Beating an injured martial artist is nothing to be proud of."

Gangben Wu’s mouth curved upward in a slight smirk, a mix of triumph and contempt. "Against him, I didn't use my full strength either."

With a tone of pride, Gangben Wu turned and squeezed his mountain-of-flesh body out of the room.

Several passing medical staff members looked at the departing Gangben Wu with surprise. This mountain of flesh man moved without any sign of slowness or effort; he walked very quickly. In the corridor, where echoes easily carried, they could not hear the slightest sound of his footsteps.

"Qin Fen? Someone whose name I’ve never even heard of can also be a master?" Gangben Wu stepped out of the hospital, tilting his head with a laugh. "75th Regiment, 2nd Battalion, 3rd Company, is that right? It seems to be in this direction."

With that, Gangben Wu strode forward, disappearing quickly outside the hospital gate, heading straight for the location indicated by the records to wait.

After a few days of investigation, Gangben Wu knew that Qin Fen always mysteriously vanished for a period after military training, only reappearing around dusk along this quiet path, which was the only route back to the barracks.

Glancing at the sun in the sky, he saw that it was still relatively early.

Gangben Wu sat down on the ground with a commanding posture, quietly awaiting Qin Fen's arrival.

As times progressed, Sumo, a fighting technique lacking dazzling combat displays and requiring the maintenance of an obese physique—a look entirely contrary to contemporary aesthetics—had long since declined and withered.

With the rapid rise of both ancient martial arts and new martial arts, the few people who had remained focused on Sumo shifted their gaze to the new ancient martial arts, accelerating the process of eliminating Sumo, a technique native to the Wa State.

Almost overnight, Sumo was relegated to the extreme edges of the historical stage, finding itself in an awkward position, much like Taekwondo when it was also on the verge of being phased out. Then, a figure appeared in the Sumo world: Hashimot Jiro!

He integrated several ancient martial arts with Sumo, and also merged several new martial arts with Sumo, creating the New Sumo of today, thereby rescuing the nearly extinct art of Sumo grappling.

New Sumo returned to the realm of combat sports, a cause for celebration among all those involved in Sumo grappling.

However, New Sumo did not experience a resurgence upon re-entering the combat sports world, nor did it gain the massive following and attention like New Taekwondo.

Compared to the dazzling flurry of fists and feet in New Taekwondo combat, New Sumo had significantly lower spectator appeal. Furthermore, while training in New Taekwondo helped cultivate a decent physique, training in New Sumo invariably led to severe physical distortion.

Because of this, even though New Sumo grappling possessed considerable combat effectiveness, the interest and number of participants remained low.

The reason New Sumo agreed to enlist through the most ordinary channels this time was to secure a good ranking in the upcoming New Recruit Military Skills Competition, hoping to attract more attention to promote and propagate New Sumo, allowing it to become one of the mainstream combat techniques.

The young masters hidden among the new recruits had all been waiting for the selection moment to demonstrate their strength.

With the sudden ascent of Qin Fen, who was hailed as the top young expert among the Hanzhou new recruits, the blossoming that should have been postponed began early.

As the sole representative of New Sumo in the recruit camp, Gangben Wu naturally did not want to miss this opportunity. How strong could a new recruit from a small island be?

Defeat him! Welcome the challenges of the young masters from other martial arts schools, stand at the pinnacle, defeat them one by one, and spread the glory of New Sumo!

Gangben Wu suddenly noticed the sunlight growing softer—a phenomenon only seen as the sun neared setting. He slowly emerged from his contemplation, ready for the opponent who might appear at any moment.

Qin Fen was extremely tired today. If anyone thought training with the eternal runner-up, the Gun King, would be easy, Qin Fen didn't mind letting that person witness the training ground where he comprehended the human world.

Today’s training wasn't about marksmanship; it was about weapon assembly and modification.

As an ordinary Army recruit, merely being able to shoot accurately at targets was considered a good result. If one could skillfully disassemble and reassemble a firearm, that counted as excellent performance in weapon handling.

Qin Fen’s assembly task was not like that of other recruits, who were given all the parts of one weapon to assemble quickly.

The Gun King’s training, naturally, had its own unique aspects.

Today, Qin Fen was faced with the parts for over a thousand firearms, ranging from those so small they could only hold a single bullet to heavy machine guns that required at least two soldiers to operate, capable of firing special armor-piercing rounds that could penetrate the oldest models of mobile armor.

Among these weapons, many models were very similar, to the point where even if assembled incorrectly, they could still function.

However, in such a case, there might be slight errors in the weapon’s operational flexibility. To assemble all these weapons flawlessly relying solely on sight was almost an impossible feat. To assemble them all perfectly within a set time was an even more impossible task for a recruit who had only been enlisted for a month.

Yet, this seemingly impossible task was considered something that should be effortlessly managed by the Gun King.

In his words, not only Qin Zhan but he himself could have accomplished this shortly after joining the army; it was considered basic, fundamental training.

To avoid being looked down upon by the Gun King, Qin Fen could only muster all his concentration to compete with this Gun King.

After assembling over a thousand guns, the Gun King gave Qin Fen a new task: to combine the parts he deemed most suitable from among the thousand guns to create one extremely powerful firearm.

Only after the weapon was successfully modified did the Gun King begin to critique the necessary improvements for Qin Fen’s assembly work, as well as the strengths and weaknesses of the modified weapon, suggesting how its performance could be better utilized through the modification.

Though exhausted, Qin Fen was indeed learning firearm knowledge that other new recruits would never acquire in a lifetime of service.