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Her room had a small balcony, and Hana went there to lean on the railing and look out. Winter in Guangdong was nearly 20 degrees Celsius, and even the nights weren't too cold; the night breeze was pleasant. But… Hana saw something that made her uncomfortable.

It was a thin, elderly man in a wheelchair, but no one was with him. The old man had dark skin with many age spots, and he was wearing a simple cloth shirt, sunglasses, and a small top hat... His appearance in this way in the middle of the night was like something out of a horror movie.

Horror movie… Rubbing her eyes to make sure she wasn’t seeing things, it really was an old man and not a tree or a statue, Hana shivered, then did something very “non-horror movie”—she went back to her room and went back to sleep.

Please, that old man is obviously very strange. Even if Hanon can't sleep, playing games or watching movies is better than going down to ask him!

A night breeze rustled the leaves outside, and the old man's voice called out, "Leaf...flower...sound..."

Sigh, they really came for Kanon.

"Grandpa—" Hana had no choice but to go back to the balcony and call out down, "Do you need help?"

The old man stopped talking, but simply beckoned with his finger for Huayin to come downstairs.

"This is a low-level martial arts world with no ghosts, this is a low-level martial arts world with no ghosts, this is a low-level martial arts world with no ghosts..." Huayin muttered to herself as she went downstairs, circled around to the balcony, and found the old man in the wheelchair.

"Um, it's quite late. Did the old man specifically call me?" Hua Yin took out her phone and waved it. "How about I call the police station? You should trust the government when something happens..."

"Hehehe, little girl, you're still as glib as ever." As soon as the old man spoke, Huayin recognized him as the one she had scolded in the end for "Seeking the Way Through the Heart."

“Calling won’t do any good. The people on duty here are all martial arts practitioners. They don’t care about things within the Martial Arts Province unless someone dies. Besides, I’m an old man trying to chat with you, and you’re hiding upstairs sleeping soundly. You don’t know how to respect the elderly. Even if someone comes, they should arrest you, not me.”

"...Grandpa, you're actually quite talkative, aren't you?"

Well, after exchanging a couple of sentences, Kanon was at least certain that the old man wasn't a ghost and didn't seem to be hostile. Moreover, the fact that he even made her start making sarcastic remarks showed that the two were actually quite compatible.

The old man was teased by Hanon, but he didn't take it to heart: "Haven't you heard that people become more willful as they get older? I'm this old, of course I'll act like a little kid."

Shrugging, Huayin said, "Yes, yes, you're not only like a child, but also like a woman and a strong man."

"Oh ho, you found out?" The old man was very excited: "That's right, I was one of the three people who asked about their inner thoughts and sought the Dao this morning."

“After all, your vocal range is always in one tone. Even if your falsetto sounds very similar, there will still be flaws.” At this point, Hana’s voice suddenly changed, from the clear and lovely girl’s voice to that of a young man from her previous life who spoke with perfect pronunciation: “Considering the situation at that time, it’s not hard to guess…” Hana’s voice changed again, becoming exactly the same as the old man’s voice: “Tell me, who exactly are you, old man? And what do you want from me?”

"You..." The old man was a little surprised. At his age, there were very few things that could amaze him: "How did you do that? Such a perfect voice change, is there any secret?"

"It's just precise muscle control." Human vocal cords are also controlled by muscles, so changing one's voice is a particularly easy thing for Kanon—well, not exactly easy, Kanon had tried it for quite a while in private in order to find a specific vocal range.

"Oh, you really are gifted. I had a feeling about it when we were talking about martial arts this morning, hehehe~" The old man clasped his hands together and tapped them, which relieved him of a doubt.

After a few seconds of silence, the old man realized that Huayin was still waiting for his reply, and he coughed awkwardly, "Hey, don't worry about me yet." He pointed to the grove of trees in the distance, "There's someone else waiting for you there. Deal with him first, then come back and talk to me."

Author's Note: Four updates today as usual~

Section 408, Chapter 402: The Heart of the Sea King

"Sigh, they can't let anyone have a moment's peace, showing up at my door in the middle of the night..." Although she was complaining, Hanon's body betrayed her and she headed towards the grove.

The situation at the Martial Arts Province seemed even more bizarre. Who was that old man? Hana could sense that he was definitely a master, though she didn't know exactly how strong, but he might be even more terrifying than Kuroki Gensai. As for the person waiting for her in the grove…

"Ah, Van Hoy!" Hana exclaimed in surprise, "You're here?"

The person in the grove was actually Fan Haiwang, and he was wearing a martial arts uniform, clearly ready to make a move—his target didn't seem to be Hana, but rather the trees in the grove. Judging from the slight sweat on Fan Haiwang's forehead, and the sandbags tied to several trees, it was obvious that Fan Haiwang was practicing martial arts here late at night.

Although practicing martial arts late at night seems a bit strange, everyone has their own schedule, and Hana has nothing to criticize. Just like when she was at Yingfeng's house, her uncle Qieji often complained that Hana stayed up late playing games or watching movies... What Hana was curious about was how the old man wanted her to "deal with" Fan Haiwang?

“Ye…Sea King?” Van Sea King was also surprised to see Hua Yin, but quickly regained his composure: “You’ve come.”

"Yes, I'm here. What's up? Did you need something?" Hana asked.

Fan Haiwang subconsciously shook his head: "No, I'm fine."

"Alright..." Hua Yin was puzzled, but since Fan Haiwang was alright, she prepared to go back to find the old man. However, after Hua Yin turned around and took two steps, Fan Haiwang called her back.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Van Haiwang's tone was still somewhat hesitant: "I...I really want to find you."

"Hey, you say it." Hua Yin turned around and saw Fan Haiwang's awkward expression. A bad feeling suddenly arose in her heart: "Oh no, is this guy going to confess to me?"

Well, Hanon is beautiful, has a great figure, is skilled in martial arts, comes from a wealthy family, and has a good personality, so she does seem like an ideal partner. However, even though people don't know she likes women, they've always been hesitant to approach her because she appears too perfect and unapproachable, and because she's constantly traveling to participate in fighting competitions or sports, she doesn't have much contact with men of suitable age. So, she hasn't encountered any confessions in the past year. Now that Fan Haiwang suddenly has this tendency, it's really made Hanon feel embarrassed and nervous. Even a master who can take on a hundred men is now at a loss.

However, just as Hana was thinking about how to refuse Fan Haiwang, Fan Haiwang stammered out another request: "Ye Haiwang, please have a match with me."

"Pfft? That's it?" The gap between expectations and reality was too great, and Huayin couldn't help but let out a "pfft" sound.

It wasn't a confession, and Kanon felt both relieved and...disappointed? As for the martial arts contest, that was something Kanon was quite familiar with: "Alright, let's stop short of a fight?"

“No…” Van Haiwang took a deep breath: “We must fight to the death.”

"A life-or-death struggle?" Hua Yin broke out in a cold sweat: "Is it that exciting...?" But she readily agreed: "Okay, then let's fight to the death."

Hanon adopted a stance, neither a cosmic illusion nor a front feather, but a boxing posture—imitating the Detroit style commonly used by Gaoran Unsalado.

"Boxing?" Fan Haiwang also struck a pose, a very traditional Chinese boxing opening stance.

"Is Ye Haiwang even good at boxing?"

"No, it was just some off-the-beaten-path imitation. I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Mr. Fan Hai." As always, Hua Yin was humble towards polite people. "Um, may I ask why you want to fight me, especially to the death?"

"Perhaps... it's because I saw your battle with Retsukai-oh," Van Hai-oh said quietly.

He didn't continue speaking and stopped there.

What Fan Haiwang really wanted to say was: "After watching your fight with Retsu Haiwang, I lost confidence. Both of you were too strong! I couldn't find any weakness in Retsu Haiwang at all. His staff technique, his control over his breathing, his footwork, his mental fortitude, his adaptability, everything was... flawless."

These words remained unspoken in Fan Haiwang's heart, while his footsteps, along with Huayin's, slowly approached her.

As that stunningly beautiful face drew closer, Fan Haiwang wanted to say, "Ye Huayin, you're a monster too! You actually managed to defeat the likes of Lie Haiwang! Your body that could effortlessly withstand heavy blows and snap trees in half with a wave of your hand, your divine move that countered Lie Haiwang before he could unleash his ultimate attack... I don't know what kind of technique or level that is, but in any case, you are so powerful. After watching your battle, I've lost confidence in myself."

At this moment, Fan Haiwang and Hanon had entered the effective striking range and were about to launch their attacks.

Fan Haiwang's heart roared: "For whom do I stand in the wind and dew all night? Ye Huayin, it is for you! Your battle made me lose confidence, but at the same time, it rekindled my desire to become stronger! How long has it been since I felt this kind of excitement? Six years? No, even before becoming Haiwang, I had already lost this passion. Although I kept saying that I wanted to become the Sea Emperor, I had long lost the dignity of a martial artist, and my heart was full of calculation and arrogance... Lie Haiwang left in a hurry, and I lingered outside your window for a long time at night, wanting to challenge you but unable to make up my mind. In the end, I could only practice in the forest to vent my anger. I was afraid that I would lose face if I lost! I am very glad that you actually came to this forest, and this time I did not miss the opportunity and boldly challenged you."

Fan Haiwang threw a punch, but he stopped halfway through, it was just a feint. His real killing move was a lunging front kick - the leg is more powerful and longer than the hand, and attacking with the leg has a wide range and great power, making it the best starting position.

"I know, Ye Huayin. I am no match for you now. The reason you accepted my challenge so readily is because a life-or-death battle requires both sides to be close in strength. But I am no threat to you at all now. The so-called life-or-death battle is just a joke. I know that."

With great awareness, Van Hoy performed at his highest level. Although he was preoccupied, his mind and body were in their best condition. His moves were fierce and his senses were sharp. So he could see Hana's fist strike out at lightning speed, a flash of light passing under his chin, and then a tremendous force rising all the way to the top of his head. That was Van Hoy's last memory before he fainted.

The "No Beat" move was activated, and before Fan Haiwang could even withdraw his feint and kick out, Hanon's fist had already struck.

“Fan Haiwang, I’m sorry.” This was Hana’s inner thought: “It would be very impolite to say this, but actually, I noticed it the moment I met you. I didn’t feel any pressure from you at all… Whether it’s Haiwang or Yangwang, among all the people I’ve met since returning to the country, only Lie Haiwang has an astonishing aura that made me sense a crisis. I didn’t feel that way about anyone else. At first, I thought that Chinese culture emphasizes restraint, and martial arts also embodies this spirit, with energy contained and not released. But after observing and experiencing this for the past few days, I think I was just fooling myself…”

After settling the unconscious Van Hai Wang against a tree, Hua Yin strode out of the woods.

"In the end, you're too weak, Van Helmet."

Author's Note: The third update is at 18 PM, and the fourth update is at 21 PM.

Section 409, Chapter 403: Do you want to learn my kung fu?

Theoretically speaking, the so-called Detroit-style boxing stance, by lowering one of the main striking hands, allows for superhuman speed in the lead hand jab without needing to turn the body, as well as enhanced frontal defense. Its disadvantage is that the rear hand punches are slower, making it difficult to form combinations. It is suitable for quick battles rather than prolonged fights, hence the name "killer stance." When used by martial artists with amazing punching speed and sufficient striking power, it can naturally produce many instant kills, as seen in the case of Gaolang and Hanon.

“But ultimately, it’s because Van Hoy was too weak.” As she walked out of the woods, Hana pondered, “Sure enough, even though Van Hoy was defeated, that feeling of unease still lingers, and the source is…”

The old man was still sitting in his wheelchair waiting for Huayin. When he saw her come out, he raised his brow bone, which had lost all its eyebrows: "Hehe, so fast. Looks like it was a swift kill~ Back then, this Fan Haiwang was a promising young talent that the martial arts province had high hopes for. I met him once. This time, he came to Guangdong Province for a trip, but I found that he hasn't made any progress. It's quite disappointing."

"Grandpa..." Hua Yin's words were interrupted. The old man pointed to the handle of the wheelchair behind him: "It's rare to come out for some fresh air. The lights are quite bright at night. Why don't you push me around in this park?"

So a teenage girl pushed a wheelchair of a frail old man as they walked around the tourist area that had been developed around the temple.

Red-haired beauties and white-haired figures, amidst the mortal world of temples, slowly pass by under the starlight, moonlight, and lamplight.

"Is your surname Liu or Guo?" After walking for a while, Hua Yin asked again. An old man of this age, with such a powerful presence that Hua Yin couldn't sleep, and with close ties to the Martial Arts Province, was clearly either "Fist God" Liu Haiwang or... the pinnacle of Chinese martial arts, the longevity champion Guo Haihuang, who reached the age of 146.

The old man didn't answer, but instead asked, "What do you think?"

"I guess you are probably Guo Haihuang."

"Oh?" The old man chuckled. "You guessed very accurately! Is this what they call a woman's intuition?"

He really was Guo Haihuang.

“No.” Hua Yin shook her head: “It’s not intuition, but simple information processing and deduction.” She explained: “When I sparred with Lie Haiwang this morning, he said that my strength was even above his master’s, so I deduced that Liu Haiwang was also a powerful and imposing martial artist, unlike you, sir…”

"Me? A skinny old man with no muscle at all, skin hanging on bones. Even holding a bowl feels heavy when eating. I look like I can't even stand up, let alone throw an amazing punch, right?"

“Uh…” Hana scratched her face: “You don’t need to belittle yourself.”

"Hehehe, you're a master! Then take one of my punches?" With that, this living fossil and gem of Chinese martial arts pointed a finger at Huayin.

"Mmmmmmmmmm—" Hana stopped and reached out to grasp the finger. Then, a tremendous force burst forth from her hand and traveled all the way to her feet. With a "bang," she shattered the cement ground, creating a large crater.

"Oh my?" A single finger made Hana react so strongly, but Guo Haihuang was the one who was more surprised: "You handled it well! You really have a good grasp of power control. I thought you would be pinned to the ground by me."

Hua Yin breathed a sigh of relief and paused before saying, "Please, you are, after all, a symbol of Chinese martial arts. Although I only stayed in China for a few days, I've heard a lot about your reputation. If someone like you were truly too old to move, why would you come all the way to Guangdong to join the fun? Besides, you pretended to be a staff member and talked to me while you were seeking enlightenment, and you even asked me to go for a walk in the middle of the night. You're clearly a very energetic old man! For someone like you to suddenly ask me to take a punch, that must be something extraordinary... Don't treat me like a fool~"

Even so, looking at the crater created by the force beneath her feet, Hanon still felt a lingering fear: "This is only the power of a single finger..."

"How about that? Pretty impressive, huh?" Guo Haihuang was a little surprised and disappointed that he hadn't managed to tease Hua Yin, but seeing Hua Yin's shocked expression, the old man finally regained some face.

"That's really impressive," Huayin exclaimed. "I hope your wallet is as strong as your financial resources. I'm not going to pay for the road repairs at the scenic area."

"Pfft—" Guo Haihuang almost choked on his own saliva: "Isn't your family extremely wealthy?"

"Even rich people can't pay for other people's mistakes! This morning, when I was fighting with Lie Haiwang, I broke a sycamore tree, and I had to pay for that."

"Sharp-tongued..." Guo Haihuang said with a wry smile, "But I really like his intelligence and quick wit—don't misunderstand, this is just a senior in the martial arts world showing his affection for a junior."

Now Kanon was puzzled: "What, do I need to explain this further?"

"Hehe, I've been looked down upon by this little girl." Guo Haihuang's tone was full of smugness: "Let me tell you, my youngest son is twenty-six years old this year."

"Wow!" Hua Yin was shocked. At Guo Haihuang's age, his great-grandchildren should have all passed away. Yet, he was still able to have a son at the age of 120. No wonder he had to give a separate explanation. This is simply a miracle in human history!