CHAPTER 383: 381 CHAPTER EVERYONE BUT ME IS A WOMAN_1

"Komatsu Toda, the 70th Yokozuna in the sumo world, weighs a staggering 178 kilograms. Standing at 1.92 meters tall, his strength is astonishing, crushing his opponents with an overwhelming presence in every competition. In his six years since debut, he has cut a path through his rivals, finally earning the prestigious title of Yokozuna last year!"

The male assistant recited these details with an obvious sense of pride.

Sumo is a remarkably popular sport in Japan. The title of Yokozuna carries an almost god-like status, symbolizing immense power.

Phoenix Academy Maggie never watched sumo matches and thus couldn’t understand where the man’s pride was coming from. She remained composed, her gaze fixed on the eight divided rings atop the grand dojo.

The victor of C Zone was already determined.

"Amat dos Santos, an Austrian, was an international criminal pursued by police until last year. This year, his warrant was canceled, with rumors suggesting recruitment by MI6. The specifics of his crimes remain unclear. He stands 2.32 meters tall and weighs 190 kilograms."

Phoenix Academy Maggie’s eyes swept towards the exit for C Zone participants. As soon as the first match’s outcome was decided, someone immediately opened the door, allowing two new contestants to enter.

During this process, staff were to use vacuum cleaners with built-in mops to swiftly clean any bloodstains from the tatami mats.

"Wow, they’re so tall!" Ayatsuki Iroha exclaimed, full of surprise, as she looked at the newly arrived contestants.

Tama Maru fixated on Amat below, a hint of interest on her face as she said, "Oh, that man looks really strong!"

"Eh?!" Ayatsuki Iroha stared at her in shock, quickly grabbing her by the shoulders. "Maru, you mustn’t be rash! You could get killed."

Comparing the other man’s physique to Maru’s, Ayatsuki Iroha truly feared Maru wouldn’t last long.

Tama Maru chuckled. "Iroha, you underestimate a woman’s endurance."

Before Ayatsuki Iroha could continue, Tama Maru laughed and said, "Alright, I won’t make a move on that kind of person. Getting involved with someone so fierce just means trouble when breaking up."

Ayatsuki Iroha released a sigh of relief.

Takahashi Saeko joked with a full grin, "Iroha, you’re so scared. If Aozawa turns out to be huge in the future, aren’t you going to back out?"

"Saeko, don’t talk nonsense."

"Eh? So you want Aozawa to be a little guy?"

"Of course not! Aozawa is definitely big," Ayatsuki Iroha, her face flushed, refuted Saeko’s ’little pinky’ insinuation. Still, her heart also grew curious about just how big Aozawa was.

Aozawa, who had turned into a breeze, was speechless. The innocent Iroha is being led astray by these bad women, even discussing such topics. Thoughts aside, he turned his attention back to the arena.

With his Sound of Everything ability activated, he already knew the strengths and weaknesses of the people in the ring. Who would win and who would lose held no surprises; the one with a stronger sound would prevail.

That man named Amat—his sound was so powerful it drowned out everyone else present. If one were to describe it using a building, it was like the sound emanating from the Tokyo Dojo itself. He was on a completely different level than the others.

What a splendid physique! Aozawa thought.

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"I will count to three, then the match begins." The referee stated from the center before quickly stepping out of the ring and announcing, "One, two, three!"

Komatsu Toda, facing his opponent, smiled and said, "This is the first time I’ve met someone bigger than myself."

Amat surveyed the martial artists present with an indifferent expression. "Weak. You’re all too weak. So weak and yet oblivious to it—that is your sin."

"Don’t be so arrogant!" Komatsu Toda’s expression darkened.

As a Yokozuna, he’d never been spoken to like this before. He took a classic sumo stance, raising his right foot and stomping it heavily on the ground. The booming sound exploded, the sensation spreading from his foot outward, making the referee feel as if the entire dojo was trembling.

"The man standing before you is the 70th Yokozuna, Komatsu Toda!"

"You fat pig." A sneer of disdain appeared on Amat’s face.

Enraged, Komatsu Toda charged forward with large strides. Each step caused thunderous booms, like an angry elephant charging at its prey. The nearby referee, frightened, hastily retreated even further.

"AH!" Komatsu Toda slammed into Amat, gripping his waist tightly and straining to lift the man and slam him to the ground.

Amat planted his stance solidly, his feet rooting into the ground as if they were part of it, withstanding Komatsu Toda’s efforts without budging an inch.

"Impossible! The Yokozuna lifted a 235 kg top division wrestler at the Nagoya Chiai’s grand finale!"

"You talk too much." Phoenix Academy Maggie told her assistant to shut up.

Competition is brutal; only strength matters. The incapable are just that—incapable.

In the ring, Amat grabbed Komatsu Toda by the shoulder with one hand and exerted force. Twisting his waist, he flung the heavyweight contestant over his shoulder like a rag doll, slamming him onto the mat.

With a thud, Amat started to walk out of the ring.

"Wait!" Komatsu Toda coughed up blood, propping himself up and roaring, "I haven’t lost yet!"

This resilience was beyond what Amat had anticipated; his previous strike should have taken Komatsu Toda down. He turned and looked at Komatsu Toda, blood at the corners of his mouth and on his chest, gasping for air, his eyes full of unyielding fighting spirit.

Amat took a deep breath. "With such a level of power, such a level of will, you think you can defeat me? Too naive. But, you excite me enough! Komatsu Toda!"

He roared, his massive frame lunging forward, a gale of wind in his wake. Before Komatsu Toda could react, his shoulders were viciously seized. Those hands were like a tiger’s jaws; a single grasp was enough to rob a man of his ability to move.

Amat lifted Komatsu Toda, tearing off the sumo wrestler’s loincloth, and shouted, "Let’s see how long your willpower can last, or if you’ll completely turn into a woman!"

As his words fell, Amat’s ’member’ sprang forth from the shadows, in full view of everyone. He then thrust the lifted Komatsu Toda down upon it.

"AH!" The heart-wrenching pain caused Komatsu Toda to scream, his agonizing cries louder than a pig being slaughtered, briefly drowning out the sounds of combatants in other zones and causing a momentary pause in the arena.

The people in the audience were aghast.

"What... what is he doing?!" Ayatsuki Iroha stuttered, so frightened she was thankful her seat was further back. Otherwise, the bloody scenes of the match would have been too much to bear, sure to result in nightmares.

Takahashi Saeko, resting her chin on her hand, revealed a hint of interest. "Truly a beast."

"This is the first time I’ve seen such a thing firsthand. Are all martial artists this uninhibited?" Tama Maru leaned in closer, eager to see the details. However, when they bought the tickets, they had considered some scenes unsuitable for Iroha and intentionally chosen seats at the back to prevent her from having nightmares. Unlike them, Ayatsuki Iroha had a very low tolerance for such bloody scenes and had to watch from a distance.

"Truly a beast," Phoenix Academy Maggie muttered. She had known that the martial artists participating in this tournament would be a mixed bunch, but she hadn’t expected someone to pull such a heaven-defying stunt only a few matches in.

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"AH!" Komatsu Toda’s continuous wails couldn’t overpower the sound of some people in the audience cheering for fighters in adjacent zones. People’s joys and sorrows are their own.

The intense pain caused tears and snot to stream down his face.

Amat grabbed his hair and, with a low growl, ended the battle in C Zone. "Boring. You could have at least tried a surprise attack."

He picked up Komatsu Toda and tossed him aside.

Amat’s gaze swept over the referee, who, scared stiff, quickly declared, "C Zone, the winner of the second match is Amat!"

With the announcement made, Amat turned to leave, awaiting the next match. His sole reason for entering this competition was the pursuit of pleasure.

Amat was a natural-born deviant. He had no desire for men, nor any for women. No matter how beautiful a woman was, if she was weak, she couldn’t pique his interest. Only the strong were beautiful to him. And beautiful people usually managed to arouse his interest. It didn’t matter whether they were male or female; in those moments, his vision was only veiled by beauty. The reason Amat fought was to interact with beautiful people.

"Wow, you really stink. Keep your distance."

Hearing this comment, Amat turned his head to look at the youth walking close to the wall. Just that one glance set off his internal ’strong fighter’ detector instantly. The nearby staff member was so frightened he collapsed to the ground. The youth’s presence was already powerful enough to be considered Dragon King-level.

"What is your name?"

"Hojo Tetsuji," he replied offhandedly, heading toward the competition arena.

Several medics worked together to lift Komatsu Toda onto a stretcher, while the blood and some yellow and white fluids on the ground were being cleaned up. Hojo Tetsuji couldn’t understand why someone would do such a thing.

"Ah~ I’m really looking forward to meeting you~" Amat’s mouth curved upwards, his tone becoming exceptionally gentle. He could sense the youth’s strength, but that strength alone wasn’t enough to shock him. What truly shocked him was the youth’s ability to conceal his aura. If Hojo Tetsuji hadn’t spoken, Amat might not have even noticed he was there. It didn’t seem like intentional control. Amat was more inclined to believe that Hojo Tetsuji was a natural-born fighter.

His former martial arts master once said that in this world, there were certain people who were pure fighters by nature. Simply keen on fighting, they harbored no ill will towards others, making it difficult for anyone to detect their dangerousness or their techniques. Only in the moment of being struck could one experience their terror.

How interesting! Amat thought. This was his first encounter with such an individual. He glanced at the staff member, the excitement on his face fading to indifference as he said, "Clean this up. Like a dog with a tasty treat, don’t leave a speck."

"Eh?!" The staff member paled with fear. He wanted to refuse, but looking into those cold eyes, he couldn’t utter a word of rejection. Intense fear gripped his mind, making it clear that refusal meant death. He didn’t want to die. He could only bow his head and endure the sickening stench.