I teach judo in Tokyo.

However, Atobe Sousuke, who had been watching the match closely, frowned.

After watching Iga Yahiko walk off the field with a normal expression, he went up to him and asked directly, "Minister, are you injured?"

Iga Yahiko's face stiffened, and his forced relaxed expression could no longer be maintained, revealing a look of pain.

"His shoulder might be injured..." he said with a helpless frown.

Clearly, his decision to forgo physical punishment for the sake of points led to the worst possible outcome.

Upon hearing this, Hojo Kazuya, the teacher leading the group who was following closely behind, immediately became anxious: "Is it serious? I'll take you to see a doctor right away!"

Sosuke shook his head: "We've already got the ticket to the national tournament. It doesn't really matter if we lose this time, Captain. You're too persistent."

Iga Yahiko smiled and said seriously, "I'm already a senior in high school. This is my last chance to compete in the national tournament at Tsurumine. I don't want to leave any regrets."

As he spoke, Iga Yahiko followed the team leader toward the infirmary.

Before leaving, he turned back to look at Sosuke.

"Sousuke, I know your strength is definitely more than this. Please don't hold back. Go all out and take the championship!"

When he said those words, Iga Yahiko's eyes were filled with an immense desire for victory and boundless trust in Atobe Sousuke.

Atobe Sousuke paused, then remained silent.

He remained silent and turned to look at the direction of Fudomine on the opposite side of the arena.

On the other side, the tall and imposing Tachibana Shohei had also stood up from his seat. He was warming up and adjusting his judo uniform when he suddenly looked up at Sousuke, as if sensing something.

boom!

That's... a dragon?

The moment their eyes met, Shohei Tachibana felt as if Sousuke had transformed into a giant dragon with a serpentine body and wings, its powerful aura constantly washing over his soul.

In a daze, his gaze became fixed.

Sosuke is still the same Sosuke, a tall and handsome boy who seems unchanged.

The only difference from before was the drastic change in his eyes.

His previously downcast, seemingly indifferent, cynical gaze was now filled with a serious fighting spirit.

Shohei Tachibana couldn't help but smile.

Yes, that's it! Let's cheer up and have a good competition!

Sosuke did indeed become more motivated.

To be honest, he had always had a somewhat cynical attitude towards the competition.

He possesses a body optimized by the system, skills acquired out of thin air, and the mentality of an adult from his previous life.

It made him feel a strange sense of shame.

It's that feeling of cheating and bullying kids.

Therefore, he tries his best to control his physical performance during every competition.

To put it bluntly, they didn't give it their all.

Instead, he lets the opponent fully exert their strength, and then adjusts his own strength accordingly to defeat the enemy, thereby satisfying his strange sense of guilt.

It's different now.

This strange mentality completely dissipated after he witnessed his minister risk injury to win the Tokyo regional championship, which had no real significance.

Everyone is giving their all for their dreams, burning with all their might.

What am I pretending for?

No one needs my pity.

In combat sports, giving your all is the greatest respect you can show your opponent.

Atobe Sousuke took a deep breath, his eyes growing increasingly intense.

So—let these kids see that I'm not on the same level as them!

He strode confidently toward the competition stage.

As he walked, he clearly felt that some kind of shackles that had bound his mind were gradually breaking down and then disappearing.

His mind became clear as a result.

Clear-headed!

Your level of understanding and awareness has increased.

You have activated the exclusive affix – Martial Arts.

Performing martial arts?

His eyes flickered slightly, and a wild smile appeared on his lips.

The meaning is good!

Let me do it—to demonstrate martial arts on behalf of Heaven!

In the audience, Yotsuba Saki and Itako Motoko were extremely perceptive, their beautiful eyes fixed on Atobe Sousuke as he stepped onto the stage.

Unlike others, they are favored by the world and born with the foundation of strength, and they have a wonderful feeling for the souls of their "kind".

Especially those like themselves who so unabashedly radiate their own beliefs and will.

“Sousuke-kun…” Yotsuba Saki looked at Atobe Sousuke’s increasingly imposing figure and felt a sense of exhilaration, as if she finally understood the real reason why she had been so infatuated with this man.

"Master Atobe...so strong!" Motoko's eyes sharpened. Unbeknownst to her, stimulated by Sousuke Atobe, her fighting spirit inexplicably surged.

If only Atobe Sousuke on stage could glance at Motoko Itaka's status bar at this moment.

You can see that the Heavenly Sword attribute of this swordswoman started burning even when there was no battle.

But he doesn't have time to look at it now.

He didn't even have time to look at his status bar.

He was naturally unaware that in his status, all the skill levels were marked with a "++" symbol.

He simply stood earnestly on the platform, his eyes quietly watching Tachibana Shohei, who was also walking step by step towards him.

The two stood still, gazing at each other in silence, both revealing expectant smiles.

“Atobe, I feel that you are different…” Tachibana Shohei smiled as he looked at Sousuke. “The feeling you give me now is like a ball of fire that is burning, and you are in this hellfire, as if you are a demon descended from heaven.”

Atobe Sousuke revealed a wild smile and said loudly, "You are just like me, a lion that is eager to pounce."

He paused, then, abandoning his previous politeness and restraint, laughed spiritedly, "Come on, little lion, let me have some fun!"

"Arrogant!" Tachibana Shohei shouted, assuming an attack stance. "However, I like you just the way you are!"

Let's have a good fight!

Tachibana Shohei's enormous voice was like the roar of a lion.

The passionate challenge further ignited the enthusiasm of the entire audience.

The already enthusiastic cheers from the audience, contestants, referees, teachers, and staff suddenly intensified!

Amidst wave after wave of sound.

The two faced each other in silence.

After checking the situation of both sides, the referee decisively swung one hand.

"The match begins!"

"Roar!"

Shohei Tachibana stomped his foot hard on the ground, his entire body leaping out like a lion, pouncing towards Sousuke Atobe with a domineering aura.

His nearly two-meter height and solid muscles made him look like a giant calf at this moment. Before he even arrived, the wind generated by the compressed air had already blown onto Atobe Sousuke's face.

Sosuke's short bangs swayed slightly in the wind.

Facing the opponent's lion-like pouncing posture.

He simply stood there quietly, maintaining an extremely stable and natural posture.

The two came into contact in an instant.

To the audience, the two moved so fast it was as if they were skipping frames.

In the blink of an eye, both sides had seized control of their opponent's position!

"Drink it!!"

With a roar, Tachibana Shohei took advantage of the momentum of the impact and pushed Atobe Sousuke's body back several meters.

Weighing nearly 100 kilograms, and with his enormous body, he was practically a giant compared to Atobe Sousuke.

In reality, in such a cross-weight class showdown, the heavier one often has an overwhelming advantage over the lighter one!

In contrast to Shohei Tachibana's domineering demeanor, Sousuke Atobe kept his head slightly lowered, making it impossible to see his expression.

Even as he was almost lifted up and dangled backward, his breathing remained steady and his posture did not falter in the slightest.

Its speed is like a forest!

The next second, he let out a long breath, and his feet, which were lightly touching the ground, suddenly stomped hard on the tatami!

As he took a step, Tachibana Shohei's fierce charge immediately came to a halt.

It's like a car speeding along crashing into a wall!

Immovable as a mountain!

Tachibana Shohei stared wide-eyed in disbelief, completely unable to believe that his charge, imbued with his weight and momentum, could be so easily stopped by the other party.

But his surprise couldn't even keep up with Sousuke's movements!

The moment his body became completely still, Sousuke completed the turn in a completely unexpected rhythm!

His hands had already inadvertently grasped one side of Tachibana Shohei's shirt and the sleeve under his arm!

Difficult to know, like the shadows!

Oh no! Oh no!

Faced with Sousuke's completely arrhythmic, fluid movements, Tachibana Shohei barely had time to process a single thought.

Immediately afterwards, terrifying power, like a raging fire, erupted from several points of force in Atobe Sousuke's waist, hips, and hands.

In an instant, this overwhelming force swept over Tachibana Shohei's entire body.

Aggression is like fire!

Sosuke hooked his foot back and tightly wrapped it around the lion's ankle!

The king of beasts is now trapped in a terrifying snare!

Tachibana Shohei, with a body as large as a lion, was lifted up from the ground!

Sosuke leaned forward, hooking his leg around Shohei's, which in turn caused Shohei's leg to swing high backward.

Enjoy it, little lion!

This desolate wind is blowing down from the mountaintop!

Earth-shattering changes—

Mountain mist!!!

"Roar!!!"

In the final moments, Sousuke let out a thunderous roar that shook the entire arena.

The sound was like the first roar of Yinglong, awakening from antiquity.

It is announcing its arrival to the world!

Then, the dragon, with the lion in its mouth, slammed it hard into the ground!

"Boom!!!"

The tatami mats were slammed down by the lion's massive body, producing a deafening roar!

The entire room fell silent.