Win The Tournament

"The tournament, huh?!" A man with a topknot haircut laughed heartfully and slammed his open palm against a wooden pole.

Crack—the wooden pole cracked from the middle and fell to the ground.

The bun-wearing man was mostly naked, except he wore a loincloth to cover his private parts. He was rather fat, except for his leg and arm muscles, which steered with power.

In the dojo, similar-clothed individuals watched their master strike the wooden poles with his bare hands. With each strike, the wooden poles cracked and broke apart.

He possessed immense physical strength.

"Whoo…" Their master, named Yokozuna, reeled in his arm and smashed through another wooden pole with his palm.

His fingers smoked as if they were on fire, but it was only the result of a powerful strike that effortlessly decimated the training wooden poles, which should last many months and thousands of strikes.