A muscular girl is presented to the passionate world of crossover anime.

Forget about Huashan for now; we still have to play two rounds of matches against Peng first.

In fact, all the remaining contestants were shocked by Huashan's performance, and they, who were full of confidence, were also thinking about how to deal with this unparalleled fierce man when they encountered Huashan.

"I never expected that after a few years away from the martial world, such a talent would emerge from the younger generation... Hehehe, just like me, a born strongman! I look forward to meeting you, Kaoru Hanayama." Daimon Tohei thought to himself.

"This terrifying striking power is too much to handle head-on. However, if we use technology, Hua Shan is nothing more than a brute." This was Long Shuwen's thought.

Even Iwamura Taro of the Inugami Group, who got lucky by sheer luck, was pondering how to deal with Hanayama. He even exclaimed, "God, he's a monster! How could I possibly beat him?! No way, no way! The next match is against Hanayama. Even if the group leader sends me to Thailand, I'm forfeiting..."

"Hehe, Mr. Iwamura, you're so confident. Then please come out and fight." The host happened to walk over and, upon hearing Iwamura's words, urged him and Cohen Chase of the British mafia to enter the arena for their duel.

"Tch, I wouldn't dare say for anyone else, but that seriously injured guy... no problem~" Iwamura waved his hand, walking into the human wall as he spoke nonchalantly. His strength as a gangster was indeed very ordinary, but Cohen on the other side was covered in wounds, almost a bloody mess. If a child blew on him, he would probably collapse.

"Oh..." The host seemed to know something and was rather pessimistic about Iwamura's future, but he didn't say anything. He simply announced the start of the match: "So, the second match of the final eight begins!"

"Alright! Come on!" Iwamura took a boxing stance and charged forward, but his stance was full of holes... But Cohen couldn't even stand properly, so there shouldn't be any accidents, right?

No, the unexpected still happened. Iwamura hadn't anticipated that Cohen, at the critical moment, would somehow muster some strength and suddenly throw a punch, which, by sheer coincidence, struck Iwamura squarely in the chin...

Needless to say, the battle ended immediately; after all, Iwamura wasn't exactly a tough guy.

"Oh, I didn't know that was possible." Kanon sighed as she watched Iwamura, who had just spoken to her, collapse. "Looks like even good luck can run out eventually."

Unexpectedly, Daimon Tohei shook his head: "It's not because of luck, or rather, Iwamura was too weak, which prevented his opponent from taking things seriously. That's his luck. That Cohen..."

"Hmm?" Hanon became curious immediately. Could it be that Cohen had a secret? But judging from his punches and the force he exerted, he didn't seem very strong!

"Cohen is from the British Razor Party. If I remember correctly, those guys... Anyway, we'll find out whether there's anything fishy going on when he faces off against Huashan in the next round."

"I see." Hanon praised the gate: "No wonder you are a senior in the underworld, so knowledgeable."

"Hmph, what's the use of flattering me now?" After explaining, Daimon Tohei suddenly stood up, pointed at Hanon, and said, "You brat, now is not the time for you to care about others. Come on, as your senior, I need to correct your attitude!"

Author's Note: Cohen is an original character, and he is indeed extraordinary.

Hopefully, Firth's performance in this chapter will be alright.

I'll try to update four times tomorrow. Thank you for subscribing.

Section 435, Chapter 429: What is a man?

"Kaoru Hanayama will be the champion of this Grand Prix."

Someone in the audience on the second floor of the nightclub said this.

Charlie Fiesbe and Hanayama were not far behind, but he was previously the most favored to win the championship. Hanayama, who could easily defeat him, is undoubtedly strong.

Moreover, the upcoming battle between Iwamura and Cohen was a farce. One person advanced by sheer luck, only to be defeated by another person's sheer luck. It was tedious, ironic, and of low quality, leaving the audience thoroughly bored.

As for the third match...

Looking at Joaquin and Daimon Tohei standing in the arena, many spectators curled their lips: "What's so interesting about a fight between an old man and a child?"

Daimon Tohei was once a renowned "Havoc Master" ten years ago, virtually invincible in the Japanese underworld, truly a figure of immense power and influence. However, with the passage of time, he is now semi-retired, having been absent from the underworld for several years. At forty-six years old, he is one of the oldest participants in this year's competition. His white hair, with roots as white as snow, is hard to say whether it's due to hair dye or the marks of time.

As for his opponent Joaquin, although his age is unknown, he has the aesthetics of a young man: an afro, a leather jacket, and tattoos and graffiti all over his body and face. He looks like a hardcore punk biker gang member that teenagers like, so he can't be too old. Moreover, with his face covered in graffiti, he is also short and has a pair of bright and clear eyes, making him look almost like a girl.

Most viewers have heard about Joaquin's journey to the next round: he picked up a rubber bottle that fell from the gate and used the gate and Long Shuwen's competition to avoid public attention—the image of a cunning, incompetent, shameless, and pretentious young man has come to life!

“Listen,” the gatekeeper said to Hana, “someone’s booing you, you cunning little devil.”

Hanon shrugged: "Maybe they're booing you, senior."

"Hey—we're booing you two, hurry up and fight!" one of the gangsters forming the human wall jeered.

...That was awkward.

Despite being looked down upon by the ignorant fellow, neither Daimon nor Kanon rushed to attack. In the face of battle, losing composure so easily would hardly qualify them as strong individuals!

A few seconds later, the two men adopted the same stance—arms outstretched to the sides, their front legs wide open, looking like they were asking for a beating.

"Wow, that's manly!" The audience from the underworld might not have much martial arts knowledge, but they understood the meaning of this pose all too well: "Are they going to fight each other like Huashan and Feisi to decide the winner?"

The host waved his arm and announced, "It seems both sides are ready. So, let's begin the third match of the quarterfinals!"

The scene was exactly like a clash between Huashan and Feisi; after the host announced the start of the battle, neither side immediately made a move.

"Kid," Daimon asked Kanon a question first, "Do you know what I'm going to correct you on?"

Shaking her head, Hana honestly replied, "I don't know."

The doorman's answer was another question: "What do you consider 'manliness'?"

"What is it?"

This time, Daimon didn't answer, but instead beckoned to Kanon.

He had asked the same question to another powerful figure ten years ago, and the other person's answer resonated deeply with him.

"Simply put, a real man is all about his fists."

That was also the most satisfying defeat of Daimon's life, the most satisfying defeat ever...

"You wouldn't understand this answer, so let me, your senior, give you a personal experience."

With this in mind, Daimon allowed Hanon to attack, and as he watched "Joaquin" obediently raise his fist to strike, Daimon even wanted to laugh.

"A very small fist, almost like a woman's hand. Slow and weak, such a fist... hmm?"

Guo Haihuang, sitting in the second-floor audience, grinned widely: "Hehehe, although Ye girl's energy absorption isn't quite there yet, to be so arrogant as to take her punch like that, she's truly an idiot~"

It wasn't until just before Kanon's fist made contact with his body that Daimon realized something was wrong. His intuition, honed over decades of combat, made him instinctively take a step back—but it was too late.

"Pfft—Aaaaaaah—"

It was practically a carbon copy of Kaoru Hanayama beating up Charlie Firth. Joaquin's thin fist unleashed incredible power, sending Tohei Daimon flying off the ground and sliding backward. After crashing into the human wall, he and two other gangsters who were acting as human walls retreated together, creating a gap in the wall.

The door was pushed back all the way to the nightclub wall before stopping. The force of the impact even cracked the concrete wall... Ugh, poor two gangsters who were knocked down with it. The "human wall" was still flesh and blood after all. Caught between the door and the wall, they were completely disoriented.

"You... vomit vomit vomit..." Da Men couldn't speak, so he knelt down on one knee and vomited. His messy vomit was mixed with a lot of blood. Joaquin's seemingly ordinary punch was surprisingly powerful.

"Oh no, my sense of balance..." Daimon Tohei stood up unsteadily, feeling like he could barely walk, just like Charlie Firth after being beaten by Hanayama, and slowly made his way back to Hana.

"I...I misjudged," Daimon gasped, barely managing to say.

Across from him, Hanon praised him sincerely: "Senior, you are amazing. You were able to stand up and even walk back after such an attack."

Half a month ago, Kanon's attack and defense power was enough to destroy the punching machine. Now, the power of her punch is no less than her full-force attack in normal condition.

In fact, if the door hadn't shown a slight tendency to retreat at the last moment and hadn't been completely hit by that punch, the match would have ended in an instant knockout.

But at least for now, the guards are still standing at the gate.

"A real man...is...his fist!" The answer someone gave ten years ago seemed to echo in his ears again, even though he could barely stand. The gatekeeper, Du Bing, actually mustered all his strength and threw a punch at "Joaquin" opposite him.

Over a decade ago, Nakata House, a yakuza comedian who fought Daimon, said: "Daimon had never learned martial arts. His only move was the 'Demon Killing Strike,' which wasn't really a move, just a big hook punch... What? Just dodge it, right? Hahaha, I thought so at first too, but after fighting him..."

Another rival at the gate, the martial arts musician Zongshan Juejiao, commented: "I have no idea why, but that guy's heavy fists just always hit... my forehead injury? He only grazed it."

In fact, most people who have fought against Daimon have said the same thing: "I never want to fight that guy again."

That's how powerful a punch to the gate can be!

Author's Note: Four updates again today. And this chapter won't be enough to finish this battle, but I'll definitely do it in the next chapter!

Section 436, Chapter 430: First Round of Evaluation, Too Much Craftsmanship

I don't know why others can't dodge the "Demon Slayer," but the reason Kanon can't dodge it is that she doesn't want to.

Faced with such a fierce counterattack, to dodge it would certainly not make one a man.

In this men's tournament where fists are used to communicate, Hanon's inner masculine passion was also ignited.

Then the "Demon Slayer" hit Hanon's face.

Kanon had punched Daimon in the chest, so Daimon was supposed to retaliate in the same spot, just like how Hanayama and Faith had punched each other in the head before. However, Daimon's consciousness was not very clear, and it was already difficult for him to muster all his strength to throw a punch. Given the height difference between him and Kanon, punching in the face was the most direct option.

Then Hanon flew away.

Seeing that Joaquin was coming very fast, the wall of people behind him immediately became uneasy. Just look at the two people who were used as scapegoats by Daimon Tobei. They had just been carried away, and their health had obviously dropped by 90%. Joaquin and Daimon Tobei are monsters. Someone has already suffered a tragedy. The newcomers do not want to repeat the same mistake!

As a result, the thugs on the way to Hanon all moved aside, and the human wall automatically created a gap. Only one person, who had injured his leg during the preliminaries, was unable to run and could only watch as "Joaquin" crashed into him.

Thinking of the miserable state of those two poor bastards, the guy who was about to become the next victim closed his eyes and let out a desperate howl: "Aaaaaaahhhhh..."

But after exclaiming "Ah!" for a while, he still didn't feel the expected shock. He opened his eyes a crack and thought, "Hmm, who turned off the light?"

It turned out that Joaquin's body stopped in front of him, but did not actually crash into him; he only cast a shadow on the man.

"What are you yelling about? It's so noisy," Joaquin complained to the man.

"Phew, I dodged a bullet! Thank goodness!" The guy who was almost going to be the scapegoat breathed a sigh of relief, but then a question arose: "That kid was clearly coming at us aggressively, why did he suddenly stop?"

This is indeed a question on everyone's mind. The audience watched as Joaquin was punched and sent flying, and then watched as his body suddenly fell halfway down, landing steadily in an unbelievable way.

And, completely unharmed?!

Kaoru Hanayama raised his glass and downed the strong liquor in one gulp.

Cohen's blood-stained face revealed two cold glints in his eyes.

Long Shuwen nodded and looked at Guo Haihuang on the second floor: "As expected of the talent you have chosen."

Harada Tokujiro scratched his head and said, "Why does that afro-haired guy's tone and voice sound so familiar?"

Regardless of what people think, the outcome of this battle is quite clear. It is similar to the battle between Huashan and Feis. After one round, Damen Tohei was already unsteady on his feet. Although Joaquin was blasted back, he was generally unharmed.

The strong and the weak are clearly distinguished.

However, when Kanon threw a punch at the gate for the second time, something unexpected happened. The gate... didn't fall down or fly out. It actually withstood the blow.

"Ah! It's the Third World War..." The posture was so familiar that Kanon immediately recognized it.

Actually, quite a few people recognize this move, but they find it hard to believe that someone who claims to have never touched the door of martial arts in his life can actually use the "Three Battles" with such a high degree of completion. Just now, he was able to knock away his attack with one punch, and he was able to withstand it without taking a single step back!