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

Of course, it's not entirely without harm.

"Cough, cough cough." Daimon Tohei was still coughing up blood: "After losing to a great martial artist ten years ago, I still had some interest in karate, so I learned a little... You brat, your attacks are very strong. I underestimated you at first... But don't imagine a man is as fragile as glass! Take this punch!"

Another "ghostly strike".

Again... no effect whatsoever.

Hanon gracefully retreated, then walked over and delivered her third punch.

The gatekeeper withstood the "three-way battle" head-on and also retaliated with the third punch.

Then came the fourth punch, and the fifth punch.

When Hanon returned and prepared to launch her sixth attack, her fist stopped in front of the door.

The gatekeepers were all standing there, unconscious.

Next, the host checked the injuries and announced the results. The audience stood up and applauded, offering their blessings for this somewhat unexpected but quite exciting brawl. Then the contestants left the stage, and the next group took the stage. Harada and Long Shuwen both had martial arts backgrounds, so they no longer used the brawl tactic. Instead, they assumed their stances and began a standard exchange of moves.

When Huayin walked backstage, a staff member came over and handed her a note: "An old gentleman on the second floor asked me to deliver this."

"Oh, thank you." Hana said thank you and took the note, which made the staff member wonder: "This biker gang member named Joaquin has a good temper, not at all like his scary appearance."

Needless to say, the note was delivered by Guo Haihuang, and he didn't write much on it in the short time it took.

"Its defense is passable, but its offensive defense is too weak."

Is this considered an assessment after Kanon's first round of competition?

Hua Yin smiled and said, "The old man really has a sharp eye."

Guo Haihuang had extensive experience in dissipating power; with a single, understated sentence, he pinpointed the problem with Huayin's power dissipation technique.

Hanon had been trying to relax to the extreme and then tighten to the extreme. While the principle was based on the principle of attack and defense, she hadn't quite mastered it yet. The current effect was largely due to Hanon's talent for precise muscle control. Her mind was focused on controlling the details of the muscles rather than controlling the rhythm of her body, which felt somewhat deliberate.

Currently, Hanon's offensive and defensive abilities are more like an extremely powerful exertion of force, and she is still quite far from the level of offensive and defensive abilities that Guo Haihuang possessed. This is probably a case of "to someone with a hammer, everything looks like a nail"—Hanaon's extraordinary talent has ironically become an obstacle preventing her from progressing further.

If it's the full version of the attack and defense system...

"One punch is enough."

"Huh?" Hana looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was Daimon Toshin, who was lying not far away, who had woken up.

"That's so fitting, isn't it!" Kanon pressed, "What do you mean, 'one punch is enough'?"

“The strongest at the top…” Da Men said slowly, “When I was unconscious, I had a wonderful dream. I dreamt of the Six Truths Guild’s elimination tournament ten years ago. In that tournament, I was eliminated in the first round, but I experienced a great fight… In that tournament, the strongest man in the Six Truths Guild once again demonstrated his invincible power. If it were him, one punch would have been enough to KO me.”

"Is that so..." Hanon couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. After fighting with Daimon, Hanon had a considerable understanding of his defensive capabilities. As a top-tier yakuza member, Daimon Tohei's perseverance was unquestionable. Even Hanayama and Wakatsuki probably couldn't defeat him with a single punch. Even if she abandoned her energy-draining abilities and used "Valkyrie Mode" to attack with all her might, the outcome was still uncertain.

I wonder if Guo Haihuang can do it, or if Hanma Yujiro, whom the main group recommends, can do it, and if Uncle Kuroki can do it... Hmm, in terms of one-hit kill punch power, Uncle Kuroki is probably not as good as me, but if I use the Demon Spear to pierce his hand, it will definitely work! Judging from this, maybe Rito's Finger Razor can also do it, and there's also Kiryu Setsuna's Rakshasa Palm, Mutaba's Heart Piercing... Indeed, the strength of martial arts cannot be judged solely by the power of its strikes!

The more Kanon thought about it, the more intrigued she became, and she asked the standard question: "So, senior, what is the name of the strongest person in the Six Truths Guild?"

After their confrontation, Damon's attitude towards "Joaquin" has changed considerably. In addition, since Hana keeps calling him "senpai," he is willing to talk to Hana more.

"Oh, that man, although he's two years older than me, was once known as the 'strongest man of the yellow race,' a god-like powerhouse. His name is..."

Suddenly, a cheer erupted outside, drowning out the words spoken at the door. The battle between Long Shuwen and Harada was over, and Long Shuwen had won.

Author's Note: This quarterfinals are really fast-paced.

Section 437, Chapter 431: The British Axe Gang

Long Shuwen and Harada both walked back on their own. A duel between martial artists is always less intense than a brawl between gangsters. Even if Harada was beaten unconscious in the arena, he could recover quickly.

But this kind of fighting is very boring for gangsters who are always hot-blooded.

"Phew—boo—how boring. We want Flower Mountain! We want Flower Mountain!"

Given a choice, the Grand Prix audience would prefer to see more of Kaoru Hanayama beating people up. Although the third match, Joaquin vs. Tohei Daimon, was quite exciting, Hanayama won with only two punches, while Joaquin used five. The simple-minded audience didn't consider whether Daimon's ability to withstand blows was much stronger than Charlie Firth's; they only used simple mathematical comparisons to judge the strength of the fighters.

So, Kaoru Hanayama, come on up here! Even though that Cohen looks like a weakling who's about to die, you should still give him a good beating, even if it's just with one punch.

"This match might be quite interesting," Daimon Tohei predicted in advance, as if he had said something similar before. Hanon couldn't help but ask, "Just who is this Cohen?"

"He's from the British Razor Party... Look!" The door suddenly pointed towards the arena, where the second round of the match had already begun. Cohen still looked like he was about to die and showed no intention of taking the initiative, so Kaoru Hanayama launched the first attack.

A fist the size of a casserole dish, accompanied by the sound of wind, came hurtling towards them with enough force to wreck a car! The wind pressure alone was enough to make Cohen sway precariously.

Then Cohen actually fell to the ground just before the heavy punch landed.

But now Kanon also saw the problem: "Facing the wind pressure, he fell forward instead of falling backward. This person did this on purpose. He is indeed not as weak as he looks."

Cohen, who was thrown to the ground, barely slid past Huashan's fist. It looked like he was barely managing to avoid the attack.

It was Hanayama who failed to avoid the attack.

"Ah, there's blood!" A scream erupted from the audience as people discovered that Hua Shan's arm, which Cohen had brushed against, had a deep wound that was gushing blood.

Many viewers, especially women, turned pale with worry, feeling sorry for their idol. However, Hanayama himself remained calm and didn't even flinch. He had never underestimated his opponent from the start, nor did he think the injury was serious.

"You're boring." Seeing Huashan's reaction, Cohen felt rather bored. He rolled over and stood up. He was straight and full of vigor, a far cry from his sickly appearance just now.

"You despicable scoundrel, so you've been faking it all along!" Iwamura Taro, the lucky guy, shouted. But he was actually the beneficiary of Cohen's feigned death. Even someone as strong as Hanayama suffered a loss in the first encounter. If Cohen had taken it seriously, Iwamura would probably be dead by now.

However, Iwamura lacked this awareness. After his defeat, he transformed into an ordinary spectator, angrily denouncing Cohen like most spectators: "Those scratches are from a weapon! This guy broke the rules, he actually brought a weapon into the arena! Where's the referee? Referee, declare him the loser!"

However, the host immediately announced over the loudspeaker: "The organizers conducted a thorough check before entry, and Cohen was not carrying any weapons."

"Who are you kidding? Everyone here is a professional; they can tell whether a weapon is sharp or not!" The audience wasn't buying it and started jeering: "Boo, Boo, trashy organizing committee, inside story, inside story! Boo..."

"I believe it." The people backstage, apart from Iwamura, were all strong and naturally not so extreme. Daimon Tohei understood the host's words: "This rule is very advantageous to Cohen. In fact, whether he brings weapons when he enters is not important, since this venue is full of weapons for him anyway."

The veteran gangster finally had time to explain Cohen's background in detail: "The Razor Gang is a very old British gang. Their members are skilled in fighting, and for the best among them, anything that can be used as a weapon is readily available. They are a group of despicable and dangerous guys."

The Razor Gang originated in Birmingham, England, and by the 1880s, it had become a large regional gang. Its members frequently engaged in bloody brawls involving hundreds of people wielding knives and axes to seize territory; killing was commonplace, and theft and robbery were merely recreational activities. The gang got its name, "Razor Gang," because its members liked to sew razor blades into the brims of their hats. While seemingly harmless, they would simply swing the hats to strike when needed, making it their gang's symbol and their prized weapon, similar to the "Axe Gang" of Shanghai during the Republic of China era.

The British, who pride themselves on being gentlemen, even feign civility and politeness when dealing with the brutal and bloodthirsty gangsters. However, no matter how civilized and polite their appearance, it cannot conceal the brutality and ruthlessness of the gangsters.

He managed to hold out until the very end by hiding his true strength before entering the final rounds and easily defeated Taro Iwamura. However, when facing Hanayama, Korn could no longer play the fool. He himself was a "tiger," and his first strike, revealing his fangs, was a resounding success.

But now, it's time for a head-on showdown.

Kaoru Hanayama charged at Cohen. His massive body was like a heavily armored tank when he charged. Cohen's martial arts skills and physical abilities were not top-notch, so he dared not take the hit head-on. So he rolled on the spot to avoid Hanayama's charge. At the same time, he kept shooting out two cold beams of light with a sharp whistling sound, which hit two pressure points on Hanayama's back.

There are many nerves near acupoints on the human body. Huashan felt pain and his huge body shuddered. His highly developed muscles squeezed together, and with two "clinking" sounds, two teeth were squeezed out by Huashan and fell to the ground.

“Oh, so hard!” Cohen complained, his words carrying a double meaning, as his hidden weapon failed to hit its target.

Backstage, Tokujiro Harada slapped his thigh: "Using teeth as hidden weapons... I remember now, there was a fighter in the Kengan Association, the 'Jujutsu Master' Koji Watanabe, who also had this fighting style."

Kanon also remembered that Wumu; they had even briefly clashed on Ganryu Island. He was an unremarkable, overweight man, but he was very cunning and manipulative, which made Korn quite similar. Wumu had been defeated by Tokita Ohma, but Ohma had also been badly hurt by Wumu's tricks. How would Hanayama Kaoru deal with a similar opponent now?

The answer is: brute force can overcome any skill.

Hua Shan was not skilled in martial arts; he simply swung his fists and launched a fierce attack on Cohen.

"Hey, how could such a phone punch possibly hit me?" Cohen was agile and, although he wasn't a super-fast martial artist, dodging Huashan's attacks didn't seem to be difficult for him. Huashan missed several heavy punches in a row, but continued to strike.

Gradually, Cohen's expression changed, and the experts in the audience also noticed the signs—the advantage was beginning to shift towards Huashan!

It turned out that although Huashan's heavy punches had no set pattern, they were so powerful that they created an unimaginable gust of wind as they were thrown. People didn't notice it at first or second, but as the fists continued to be thrown, the power of the wind increased. In the end, even the wall of people next to him was blown off balance, and Cohen was unable to move his feet to dodge.

Just as Cohen was almost completely rooted to the spot by the strong winds blowing in all directions, Huashan landed a top-heavy uppercut on him!

"Bang—" Cohen flew out.

Author's Note: The previous chapter wasn't a break in the story. The last name was Tatsuyoshi Katsuya, the No.1 fighter in the Fist of Seeking Truth. His purity is extremely high, and he might be the strongest fighter in the entire Kengan world. However, it's not his turn to appear yet. This is just a little mention in front of Kanon as a little Easter egg.

Furthermore, the Razor Claws in this chapter are based on real historical figures, as are the Axe Gang; both have historical prototypes.

The fourth update should arrive smoothly at 21 PM.

Section 438, Chapter 432: Flower Mountain, Blood Rain

The terrifying power of Kaoru Hanayama goes without saying. Cohen, who was locked in place by his fist, then suffered the most violent blow of his life. When Cohen, who had been sent flying, shakily stood up again, the audience was horrified to find that one of his arms had been completely shattered.

It's broken, broken, broken...

Cohen had just crossed his arms over his chest to block the fatal impact, but the immense force destroyed his left arm, which had directly faced the heavy punch. A section of the bone in his forearm pierced through the skin and protruded outside the body, while the remaining part inside was shattered into countless fragments, mixed with broken skin and muscle, a gruesome sight.

Cohen's left arm hung limply, with only a few tendons connecting it to his body, dripping with blood. Blood was also dripping from the corner of his mouth. The enormous impact was not limited to his arm; Cohen's internal organs were also severely damaged, with many organs slightly displaced and bleeding internally.

Huashan still maintains the impression he has given everyone since the start of the competition—once you take a punch from him, the outcome is basically clear.

However, Cohen still stood up. His determination was comparable to that of Charlie Firth in the previous round. Many viewers spontaneously applauded him, even though just half a minute ago they were calling him a "despicable person".

The gatekeeper sighed, "This Englishman may be shameless, but he's not without his toughness..."

Perhaps Cohen's methods represent how someone lacking in physical talent can fight against a natural superhuman like Hanayama? Did he lose with honor, despite his defeat, by using technology?

No! At least Cohen himself doesn't think so.

He spat out the mouthful of blood in his mouth and roared, "What commendable spirit? Are you mourning the dead? I haven't lost yet!"

Cohen Chase is despicable and shameless. As a gangster, he can be quite sleazy and vulgar, but he also possesses the tough and resolute qualities of a man. He is a fighter.

Cohen's fortitude seemed to move Huashan, and seeing that Cohen hesitated, Huashan took the initiative to attack. However, this time, halfway through his punch, Huashan suddenly hesitated, pulled back his punch, and Cohen dodged it.

With his injuries severe, Cohen's dodging speed would only be slower than before. If it weren't for Huashan's hesitation... then, what made Huashan hesitate?

The answer is a human wall.

As a top member of the Razor Gang, Cohen is a master of equipment and venues, specializing in large-scale brawls in random locations. In this nightclub grand prix, the organizers used contestants who failed the preliminary rounds to form a human wall. While others saw it as just a gimmick, Cohen saw these people as tools to restrict Hanayama Kaoru's movements!

Although he didn't talk much, everyone could sense Huashan's character: a modern-day chivalrous hero who valued righteousness above all else, someone who would never indiscriminately kill innocent people. Therefore, as long as he was backed by a wall of people, Huashan was afraid of hitting innocent people, so his punches couldn't be fully unleashed, giving Cohen the opportunity to slowly subdue him.

Moreover, even though Cohen was barely able to stand after taking a punch, he hadn't even fully unleashed his mastery of weaponry yet! Each of these gangsters forming the human wall was also part of Cohen's "arsenal."

Cohen's tactics were very effective.

Hua Shan's attack began to falter; he couldn't possibly swing his fist at innocent people. Of course, the gangsters who were forming a human wall all fled and retreated when they saw Hua Shan approaching, but they were too slow. By the time they got out of the way, Hua Shan's opportunity to attack had already passed, and Cohen had also run off to another location.