Healed

Johan passed through the door into a small white room that had a doctors bed, two chairs, a white table with clothes on it, and another door. It was very plain.

"Fight line up change?," said Johan curiously.

Johan knew despite the threat of Athelion he still needed to win the tournment to save Looking Glass City.

Johan realized that he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Multiple catastrophies were approaching, and yet, he had to take action quickly and without hesitation in order to prevent things from escalating.

"Armyka was goaded by the media to take action because of your public confrontation of her," said Athyne. "Because you publicly insulted her, and the board didn't back her to save face she had to take action. Otherwise, the media would ridicule her to no end. She chose a representative of herself to be your next opponent. She couldn't do it herself, because of the overwhelming gap in cultivation and status. Even if her mana abilities were suppressed, no one would accept it as a fair fight."

Consequences.

Issac Newton, one of the most famous human scientists once said, "Every action has an equal and opposite reaction."

Johan realized that this was what was happening. He had done something his future selves hadn't done in response to the Prophet's warning. This caused the timeline to proceed differently.

You can't control how other people act, but you can control how other people act and react.

"With the next person you are going to fight," said Athyne. "I think you have a chance of winning as long as you dont let him intimidate you. They call him the intimidator."

Johan paused a moment. Looked at Athyne and realised that something was different about him.

"Athyne," asked Johan. "Has something changed you seem different. Sharper ..."

"Hmmm ...," said Athyne with a smirk proudly. "You've noticed. Although I was hesitant at first. I broke away from being vegetarian and started to introduce meat into my diet. Rey forced it on me in her sleep. Suddenly, my focus increased, and I begun to like more manly things, like looking at attractive women in bikinis, stopped feeling emotions, became more logical, became better at driving, felt less empathy for animals, and started enjoying watching fighting and sports. I even started to stop feeling sexual shame after that women Gadra so abruptly took away my virginity."

"I see," said Johan scratching his chin thoughtfully. "I always knew meat was more than something we men ate because it tasted good ... who would have thought it was a core attribute of being a man?"

"The world is a mysterious place," said Athyne. "There is so much about being a man that we don't quite understand ..."

"I hope it will be alright," said Johan. "I didn't prepare for this guy ..."

"Take a seat," said Athyne. "As a youth I used to be a martial arts and fitness aficionado. Perhaps, I can offer some advice."

Johan stared at Athyne thoughtfully. Could his advice be more valuable than the Monkey Kings? Who knew. Johan didn't.

Winning a Fight was about preparation, strategy and luck. One lucky blow from a strong but unskilled opponent could end things. Any advice in the heat of the moment could help.

Johan sat down and Athyne proceeded to do a series of medical checks on him.

"Usually," said Athyne. "When you rush in, and throw a punch. Your head stays in the same plane. Know this and realize it might leave you open for a counter. Perhaps, twist your torso slight off plane this will give you more power and add a bit of variety to your attacks. Also, don't let him scare you. You gotta know that is his main tactic. Thus, his name. If you get scared you've already lost mentally."

Johan nodded.

"Don't brush your teeth before the match and make sure your breath is extra smelly," said Athyne as he picked his nose and pulled out a booger and flicked it against the wall. "So that if you are in a clinch, he will be distracted by its stench."

Johan stared at Athyne utterly disgusted by what he had just seen. Had Athyne seriously just picked his nose and flicked it against the wall!?

"Do sprints on the beach or in the desert barefoot," said Athyne. "This will give you the explosive speed to allow you to close the distance from a safe zone to attack zone fast. It is because your toe muscles will develop and the added speed will be unexpected. It increases how fast you can move in for an attack."

A giant fart erupted from Athyne's ass, and Johan gagged in disgust, speechless. His hair was blown back from the turbulent winds stirred up in the room. He couldn't move for the stench was paralyzing.

Athyne removed his lab coat revealing a clearly more muscular build. The meat was working, and giving Athyne the build of a body builder.

"All this meat is making me fart more," said Athyne with a proud smirk. "But that is okay. We are both men here. Men fart in front of each other as a sign of respect. It is a part of being a man."

Johan tried to shake his head in disagreement but couldn't.

[How can something so rank come from one man's ass,] thought Johan.

"During the beginning of the match," said Athyne. "Pay attention to distance and don't let your guard down. Many fighters start slow, and this is the perfect opportunity to take them out by overwhelming them."

Athyne turned to wipe the booger off the wall with his lab coat and to Johan's horror there were brown spots on the back of Athyne's white skin tight pants.

Johan could taste of poo from Athyne's fart creeping into his mouth like pudding.

[God have mercy,] thought Johan.

Johan dug deep and garnered all his strength and stood up slowly reaching for the door. His Vision was blurring. He shook from the nausea.

"Sit," said Athyne pushing Johan back onto the seat. "I haven't finished with my advice or your checkups."

[Nooooo!,] whaled Johan in his mind.

Johan's eyes were turning red from the smell and he was sweating profusely, yet Athyne seemed oblivious to it.

"If you got a strong kick," said Athyne. "Strike him hard and fast early on so that he respects your strikes. When his guard is down. If you jump into it you'll get more reach, but it will leave you open for a counter. Bas Ruten a famous heavyweight fighter in the ufc used to do this, and it made people he fought hesitant to charge in without much thought. He called it making your opponent respect your strike. If they are scared you have a mental advantage."

Athyne set his lab coat down on the examination bed and to Johan's horror the little bit of booger on the wall had turned the lab coat green where he had wiped the wall.

At that moment Johan realized the room had no ventilation. The smell was just getting more vile.

"Mike Tyson was famous for his right hook and then left uppercut for knocking out his opponents," said Athyne. "Just saying. His combos were explosive full bodied and decisive strikes. Look at boxers knock out strikes and styles and study them!"

Athyne's advice was totally ignored by Johan as he stared in horror at the green stuff on the lab coat. It appeared to be moving.

It was moving!

The blood drained from Johan's face.

"Dear god ... of dirtiness ...," whispered Johan. "Disgusting..."

"Chop down trees in the woods with an axe," said Athyne. "Or hit tires with a long hammer. It's supposed to increase your punching power."

Johan was feeling more disgusted than he ever had in his life as tore his eyes away from the lab coat and was shocked to see green booger's running down Athyne's stubbles, manly 40 year old face. A brown spots could be seen on his cheek.

It had to be poo! How had it gotten on his face!?

"Drink a litres of water while skipping for an half hour," said Athyne. "Do this two days before your match and every day up until it. It will force the fiber and food out of your stomach by making you have to poo. This will give you more torque power when throwing kicks and punches from the waste. This is because you have less internal resistance. But be careful, it will make you have diarrhea!"

Athyne brought his face close to Johan's. Johan stared back in absolute paralyzed disgust.

His face is too close!

"Call his mama names," said Athyne as a crazy look came into his eyes. "If he gets mad, he won't think smart."

Johan nodded cringing back in disgust praying that Athyne's mutant booger didn't drop on him.

"Good luck," said Athyne. "They are waiting to take you to your next fight right now. You are looking good. Put on your clothes and go."

Johan quickly garnered his strength, and in a quick dash grabbed his clothes and left the medical examination room.