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"Who is that?" Kanon felt the young man looked familiar, but couldn't remember his identity for a moment. However, Tokise and Monta both recognized him: "Ah, Kotaro from the Tokiseki Spider Team... We know, we'll stop Shinryuji at all costs!"

Hanon then remembered that the young man's name was Sasaki Kotaro, a player for the fourth-placed Panto Spider team in the Tokyo division. He was an excellent player and an old acquaintance of Sena and Monta. Unfortunately, his team lost to Ojo and the Western Division, missing out on the national tournament.

"Shinryuji will go all out to affect the game..." Kanon silently clenched her fist: "We need to be careful."

After a three-second silence, Kurita tossed the ball, Hiruma released it, and Musashi began his final kick. At the same time, the entire Shinryuji clan launched a fierce attack on Deimon's defensive line.

This time, Yamabushi and the others went all out, with even Agon, Ikkyu, and Unsui coming over together. The offensive and defensive lines instantly resembled a meat grinder, but it was fleeting. Soon after, the "Haha Three Brothers" and Koji were still a step behind the genius players like Agon, and he pushed open a gap and squeezed through.

Agon took the lead, his movements so fast that before Musashi could even finish his kick and the ball had flown out, Agon could simply raise his hand and touch the edge of the ball—"In this match, the winner is..."

"It's Nimen!" The nightmarish voice rang in Ahan's ears again. It belonged to the masked guy, and it was pleasant yet somewhat deep, having haunted him for the entire match.

"Damn it! Don't come any closer!" Ahan screamed in despair, but it was no use. Hanon's force-dissipating technique was far too advanced for him to handle. With a simple push, Hanon pinned Ahan to the ground, just like when the two first clashed.

However, Agon did not completely despair after falling to the ground. Unconsciously, he also grew in this game, and at least he began to look forward to his teammates' performance! You know, in the past, apart from Ikkyu, the other members of Shinryuji were all mediocre trash players in Agon's eyes, and he didn't care about them at all.

"Even if I can't stop him from kicking the ball, attacking along the path I've broken through will at least affect the kicker's mentality!" Ahan thought to himself, while trying his best to look behind him.

But all he saw was a shadow.

Those were Ikkyu, Yamabushi, Unsui, and other players from Shinryuji Temple. They were following the gap created by Agon, passing Kanon who was focused on dealing with Agon, and preparing to rush towards Musashi. However, they had only gone halfway when Kurita from the Deimon team arrived.

Agon was forced to look forward to her teammates' performance, but Kanon had great confidence in her teammates from the beginning—she couldn't guarantee anything about others, but Kurita, who was the best in both offense and defense, was an almost unbeatable bug!

Kurita was a slow, overweight man with immense strength but no speed, making him relatively easy to deal with as long as direct confrontation was avoided. However, in the current situation, Kurita's weight became his greatest weapon, representing an incredibly stable center of gravity. Initially, Agon bypassed Kurita to create an opening, but Kurita's power didn't stop there. Just as Ikkyu and the others jumped, he charged in from the side, single-handedly knocking away four or five players from Shinryuji!

Back on Ganryu Island, the brute force of American football player Hijiri gave Kanon a hard time until he mastered the method of power flow and was able to win. Now, Kurita's strength is comparable to Hijiri's, but Shinryuji doesn't have the exceptional talent of Kanon. Kurita's massive body once again delivered an indiscriminate crushing attack, this time even Agon wasn't spared, and he was the one at the very bottom...

The last thing Agama saw was Musashi successfully kicking the ball, which flew straight between the two sticks in a perfectly straight position, with no possibility of missing.

Next, Agon's vision was completely blocked. Two seconds later, he heard Hiruzen's maniacal laughter, the cheers of the audience, and the celebrations of Sena, Monta, and others. Needless to say, the match was over.

When Ahan saw a glimmer of light again, it was in the bright afternoon sunset. The masked man 23, who had been so overwhelming that he couldn't think straight, kindly offered him a hand, indicating that he would help him get up.

"You're not bad at all." As the victor, Hanon was always impeccably polite: "Victory and defeat are common in war, hero, please try again~"

"Tch..." Agon impatiently slapped Kanon's hand away, but Kanon ignored him, shrugged, and went off to join the celebration. The credit for Deimon's victory belonged to the three founding members: Hiruma's touchdown, Musashi's soccer skills, and Kurita's protection. Kurita, in particular, had been lifted high by his teammates, tossed into the air, and then plummeted back down with the force of gravity...

Just as Kurita was about to crash down, Kanon rushed over in time and caught him by the waist with one hand, turning his fall into a standing position.

"Phew—" Hanon let out a long breath and looked at the pale-faced Demise players around her. They were so excited that they were almost crushed by Kurita for the third time.

Ah, well, who told Deimon to defeat the mighty Shinryuji Butsuryu? Shinryuji was the nine-time Kanto champion! So, having a good time is inevitable and only natural! Everyone, sing, dance, and rap to your hearts' content…

Seeing the Deimon players celebrating, the Shinryuji members naturally felt uneasy; it was a scene they were used to. Agon sat motionless in the setting sun for a long while, then suddenly stood up, gritting his teeth, and said, "Listen to me! You bunch of trash… practice hard! The Spring Tournament… next spring, we'll definitely crush them!"

"Agon..." The players of Shinryuji Temple were unsure whether to feel sad or happy. Their ace player seemed to have gained a lot of insight, and the team would undoubtedly be much stronger next spring! Of course, that wouldn't be something the third-year players like Yamabushi would have the chance to witness...

The celebrations of Deimon moved back to the locker room, while on the sidelines, Shinryuji Temple held a brief but poignant handover of captaincy, with Yamabushi handing over his position to Ikkyu. Shinryuji Temple underwent a reshuffle after losing its chance for a nine-peat.

As for Kanon, she didn't join in the team's celebrations. Instead, she returned to Miho's side as usual, enjoying the quiet joy behind closed doors. Compared to the near-life-or-death thrill of surviving a Kengan match, high school American football was more like a delicious dessert, not something that would make Kanon lose her composure. Besides, this was only the Kanto region semifinals; the moment to win the national championship hadn't arrived yet.

"Speaking of which, I'm fine, why are you so happy, Miho?" On the way home, Kanon scratched her head in confusion. Miho beside her had a beaming smile on her face, much more cheerful than usual. As the president of a star company in the Kengan Association, this behavior was really strange.

"What's so great about falling down? Miho looks like she's won 10 billion, no, 100 billion yen!"

Author's Note: Ahem, a serious warning: Gamblers must never, ever get involved in gambling!

Section 334, Chapter 330: The Standoff in Mr. Silver's Gym

Miho was naturally happy, because she had indeed won 100 billion yen.

This number is enormous. Even in the "playing big" Kengan tournament, it would take about ten consecutive wins to achieve such a result. Who would have thought that a high school football match in Japan would produce such a result?

So, on a side note, neither Kanon nor Miho knew that in faraway Europe, a betting company that had previously treated the Japanese high school American football games as a mere filler business was now on the verge of bankruptcy and was desperately trying to come up with a solution...

At this moment, Kanon was a little tired and had already dozed off in the car. Miho took the opportunity to wave to Adam, signaling him not to tell Kanon that she had won so much money.

Miho gave Hanon a gentle peck on the cheek and thought with a grin, "This is my Christmas present this year. Hanon will be so surprised and delighted!"

Heh heh, wealthy people with an "anime/manga" obsession are really going all out. Miho's plan is both naive and insane, it's baffling. As someone who transmigrated from the "three-dimensional" world, Kanon didn't think too much about it. She simply spent her post-match rest day as usual, checked into Mr. Shirogane's gym as usual, and saw her friends as usual…

Uh, before heading to the gym, Kanon specifically texted Sakura Hibiki to confirm that Ms. Wu wouldn't be there today, and only then did she set off. Kanon's heart trembled at the thought of the long-lost Garuda, and using the self-comforting excuse of "focusing on the American football game," Kanon wasn't ready to see her yet.

However, when I got to the gym, the atmosphere was just as strange.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Looking at Coach Machigaku facing off against a tall, thin young man in a black cloak, and sensing the unusually eerie and solemn atmosphere, Hanon frowned: "Could it be that someone has come to challenge us?"

Hmm, that doesn't seem like it either. Although that tall, thin guy looks very sharp, he's not fit at all, and he doesn't look like a martial arts master.

“That’s Hibiki Sakura’s older brother.” Since Ms. Wu wasn’t there, Ms. Rimi, who was the gym’s most stable customer and especially close to Kanon, explained to Kanon: “The mysterious young man who suddenly came to visit is actually Hibiki’s older brother, Ibuki Sakura! He came here specifically to reunite with his old friend Naruzo, whom he had parted ways with long ago. What is Ibuki’s purpose?”

"Ahem, are you going to say next, 'Behind all this, is it the distortion of human nature or the decline of morality?'" Hana sighed – as expected, the people at Mr. Shirogane's gym are all so talented and speak so nicely. She sighed as soon as she entered the room. She loves coming here.

What happened next was indeed quite "scientific." Coach Machiyuki suddenly exerted his strength... and picked up Sakura Ibuki, revealing a happy smile: "Hahaha, it's been a long time, Ibuki! When was the last time we met?"

“It’s been a long time…” Ibuki was being held in mid-air, but she still spoke slowly and deliberately: “My old friend, ‘Flesh Angel Naruzo,’ we haven’t met since the [Ritual Beyond Generations]…”

At this moment, Nana Uehara, who runs a branch of a boxing gym next to the gym, also came over. She was obviously an old acquaintance of Machiyu and Ibuki: "By the way, the last time we met was at our coming-of-age ceremony, hehe."

"This..." The fitness girls at the scene fell silent.

"Your relationship is actually this close?" This is what Ms. Rimi said.

"Is Hibiki's older brother really this chuunibyou?" That's Kanon.

"Forget it, let's go exercise instead." This was the attitude of the others... who were more receptive to new things than Rimi-sensei, and who had experienced two or three months more of "baptism" than Kanon. Hibiki, Ayaka, and Akemi had long since become used to it.

Ayaka added, "Teacher and Kanon, this time the job of making sarcastic remarks is up to you two~"

"Hey, you guys!" Ms. Rimi was both amused and exasperated, but her body language betrayed her as she moved closer to the three old classmates, genuinely listening to and commenting on their conversation. Hibiki's older brother was indeed a severe case of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), not a single word he uttered was grammatically correct, comparable to the "powerful language" of the Deimon team's summary. Fortunately, Coach Machio and Nana Uehara were understanding and could understand and translate it.

"The three of us chose different paths after graduating from high school. I went to the United States to study sports theory..."

"I traveled alone to the ancient capital in order to learn the principles of alchemy."

"Hehe, Ibuki is a graduate of the Faculty of Economics at Kyoto University, while I simply inherited the family's boxing gym."

"After leaving the 'academy,' I became a 'wine server' in the 'capital,' and now I'm just an insignificant 'wine bar owner who caters to meat lovers'..."

"Oh, so after graduation you went back to Tokyo to work as a waiter, and eventually opened your own yakiniku (grilled meat) restaurant."

"You two must be the legendary 'fallen priestess' Ms. Tachibana Satomi and the 'golden branch and jade leaf of a noble family' Ms. Kanon, right? I am truly delighted by the kindness you have shown to my 'sister separated from her flesh and blood' Hibiki."

"Haha, your Hibiki is so cute, everyone takes good care of her!"

Finally, Ms. Rimi exploded: "Hey! Just how chuunibyou are you to talk like that? I should say, you guys are really worthy of being classmates, how can you understand me like this? And what kind of awful nickname did you give me?! Forget it, I'll just ignore it..."

Seeing that Rimi-sensei was almost out of breath after finishing her rant, Kanon shrugged, automatically ignoring Rimi-sensei's pleading look... Ahem, I, Kanon, am not some kind of tsukkomi (roasting) character!

And then Gina came over. I hadn't seen her at the gym during a break from the last American football game; it had been a long time since I'd seen her.

"Kane, it's been a long time!"

"Hi~" Hanon greeted her as well: "I heard you didn't get a good spot at the sports meet last time you came?"

“Blyat!” Gina was still indignant when she mentioned it: “I originally wanted to compete well with Akemi, Ayaka and Hibiki, but the school used a lottery system for the order! In the end, Hibiki didn’t pass the baton well and was disqualified from the competition, which was a complete waste of a good opportunity to compete.”

Seeing Gina's white hair standing on end, Hanon could only gently comfort her, "There's always next year, and besides, you can compete with them in private too~"

“Let’s not talk about that. But you are.” Gina held Hana’s hand. “I recently went to see Brother Dedao again. He’s almost fully recovered! However, because the attending physician had to go out, his treatment progress has slowed down a bit, and we’ll have to wait a while longer.”

"Tokudo? Ah, it's Mr. Nitoku!" Hanon realized. Of course, Nitoku was severely injured by "Fang of Destroyer" Kanaga. That was one of the first Kengan matches Hanon watched, and it left a very deep impression on her. Later, Hanon even went with Gina to visit him in the hospital. That night, she also met Oni-o-zan for the first time.

As for Erde's attending physician, it was naturally Yingchu, who was also a fighter. Yingchu had recently been invited by Kanon to treat Musashi's father, so he had no time to deal with Erde. These things are all interconnected.

“Dedao also asked me to pass on a message to you,” Gina continued. “He said you’re truly amazing, and once he’s fully recovered, he hopes to learn from you… uh, I don’t know what he wants to learn from you, novels? Or Sambo? But Kanon isn’t exactly a master…”

Chapter 331, Section 335: Hanon: I am a Transmigrator Without Regret

"It seems Mr. Nitoku has never told Gina my secret identity..." Hanon breathed a sigh of relief. None of Mr. Shirogane's friends at the gym knew her identity, not even the second young lady of the Imperial Sakura Academy, Akemi. Hanon didn't want them to treat her as an outsider.

Feeling somewhat grateful to Erde, Hanon told Gina, "When you see Mr. Erde next time, tell him that I am always ready to give you pointers. His Sambo skills are really high, and they have left a deep impression on me."

Every top martial artist has their own unique skills. The battle between Nito and Gana was an important martial arts enlightenment for Kanon. Even though she has already defeated the Kengan Association and even hit Gana with her sword, Kanon still feels a little guilty whenever she thinks of Nito's fighting moves.

"If I use all my trump cards, I should be able to beat Nitotsu quite easily, but what if it's just a simple combination of techniques and counters..." Ground techniques require time to accumulate, and Kanon hasn't been focusing on practicing this area yet. If it were a strictly regulated Sambo or Judo match, Kanon would probably lose.

"Haha, Hanon, you sound so serious, like you're really about to have a showdown between masters." Gina just smiled and said she would definitely pass on the message.

While I was chatting with Gina, the "three old classmates" over there had already started talking about "serious business".

“I am an ‘envoy’ who has come specifically to hear your ‘final choice’,” said Sakura Ibuki.

"Oh, I see. You're the contact person for the class reunion. Haha, of course we'll be there!"

Ms. Rimi dutifully remarked, "I knew it would turn out like this! It looks important, but it turns out to be nothing more than trivial matters!"

Poor Rimi-sensei, the "old classmates trio" reunited after a long time and chatted as if no one else was around, while the other fitness girls were focused on their workouts. Apart from Kanon, no one listened to her complaints.

"Waaah, Kanon, you're so great! You have to come to the gym often!" Teacher Rimi held Kanon's hand and shook it vigorously, almost rushing over to hug and kiss her.

“Also, there’s something else I’ve come here for,” Ibuki said. “I need to tell Flesh Angel Machio that, actually…”

"Clang! Crash!" Before the words were finished, a series of loud noises came from the practice room next door, as if someone had fallen down, and more than one. The vibrations from the ground carried far over here, shocking everyone.

"Oh, what happened?"

Everyone ran next door and saw the most beautiful scene in Mr. Baiyin's gym every day - not the fitness girls, but the group of hardworking, muscular passersby who occasionally acted as human backgrounds, all lying on the ground exhausted, looking like their health bars were completely depleted.

Only three strangely shaped, muscular men stood there, their eyes full of provocation.

"Kukuku, the muscular men of Mr. Silver's gym can't even handle this level of training?" The most flamboyant of the three spoke, his words unsurprisingly provocative.