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

He spread his legs wide, raised his fists high, revealing his defenses—he didn't care at all whether Kanon launched a preemptive attack!

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As for Kanon... well, she didn't do anything, she just yawned.

The two faced off for a few seconds.

"Aren't you... going to attack?" Huashan asked, expressing his doubt.

"That's what I wanted to ask you," Hanon retorted. "Aren't you going to attack?"

So, ten seconds into the final of this Grand Prix, Kaoru Hanayama struck first.

Author's Note: This part of the story will end tomorrow~ Hopefully, there will still be four chapters tomorrow~

Section 443, Chapter 437: Tough Guys Fighting Each Other

Strikes do not require martial arts.

Even in ancient times, when humans were still apes with tails living in trees, they knew how to clench their fists to strike. This is an animal instinct, a gift acquired through natural evolution.

Therefore, martial arts can enable people to deliver good blows, but without martial arts, human blows may not necessarily be bad.

Kaoru Hanayama's preparatory stance before throwing a punch is not boxing or martial arts, but rather the natural postures of throwing shot put, discus, javelin, etc., imitating the activities of ancient humans.

It's not martial arts, but it's just as powerful.

And aggression.

One of the spectators in the stands rubbed his eyes, finding it hard to believe his own eyes: "Hua Shan's body is clearly in a backward posture, gathering strength, so why does it look to me like a man-eating monster that has already bared its fangs?"

It wasn't just one person rubbing their eyes; Kaoru Hanayama's imposing presence could influence the senses of everyone around her!

With his momentum fully built up, Hanayama pushed off the ground with one foot and stomped forward with the other. As the foot landed, the immense force was unleashed, shattering the floor beneath his feet. He crashed into Hanane like a roaring Shinkansen bullet train.

That was a powerful punch!

The punch was getting closer and closer to Joaquin, so close that it was impossible for it to miss—that's how it is, if a punch can't hit someone, then how can it be considered good?

The audience began to cheer, Charlie Firth showed a pained expression, the gatekeeper looked serious, and Guo Haihuang... curled the corners of his mouth.

That punch landed!

Did you hit it...?

The audience stopped cheering, everyone was confused. If Huashan didn't hit Zhonghua Jin, then why did he fly away? If Huashan hit him, why was there no sound at all?

Then, people saw that Joaquin, who had been knocked away, did not "fly" in a parabolic trajectory. Instead, he spun in mid-air as soon as he took off, and then landed lightly and steadily, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Whew, that punch of yours, I give it a hundred points for power~" Joaquin said, his tone filled with excitement, without any fear or weakness. Hua Shan's punch that could destroy gold and jade was indeed ineffective.

"But technically, it probably failed."

Hanon didn't actually know how strong Hanayama's fist was. She could only feel that Hanayama's fist was very heavy, definitely at the level of Wakatsuki. As for who was stronger or weaker, Hanon couldn't know for sure. This wasn't a problem between Hanayama and Wakatsuki, but rather that Hanon had changed. Now, she was using a technique to neutralize force.

The oppressive feeling brought by Hanayama before the start of the match made Hana focus all her attention on dissipating her energy. In just a few breaths, her energy dissipation level broke through the threshold of battle. The yawn she let out earlier was proof that Hana had relaxed to the extreme.

Trains have a strong impact, right? They can smash through walls, steel statues, tanks... But can a train smash through the air? The technique of dissipating force aims to merge oneself into the air, making the opponent's attack also disappear.

Huashan's punches are straightforward and direct, simply put, they are violent swings. Unlike martial arts masters who conceal their inner strength or have countless follow-up moves, once Huayin has prepared to absorb the force, even if Huashan's punches are ten times stronger, they cannot harm her.

"Hehe, let's add another ten points to this level of power dissipation." Guo Haihuang stroked his chin: "Except for not being able to maintain the power dissipation state at all times, the power dissipation on the defensive end is already up to par... Good opponents are rare. Having a good opponent can motivate one to keep improving. Seeing this makes me want to find someone of equal ability to practice with."

With her immense strength, Kaoru Hanayama and Kanon Kanon, who uses a power-absorbing technique, are indeed evenly matched opponents. Now that Hanayama's punch has failed, it's Kanon's turn to counterattack.

"Bang!" Hanon's power-absorbing punch landed on Hanayama's chest. Hanayama, as always, raised his hands, exposing his defenses, and took the punch head-on.

The attack's energy dissipation technique can unleash tremendous power. Even though Guo Haihuang calls it "failing," it is still enough to defeat a powerful expert like Da Men Dubing with just five punches.

However, Kaoru Hanayama did not retreat an inch and endured Kanon's attack head-on, prompting Kanon to involuntarily exclaim, "Truly a tough guy!"

Before she could finish speaking, Kaoru Hanayama threw another punch at her.

The rhythm and space of this punch were very clever. It was just when Hanon had finished punching and her center of gravity was still moving forward, so it was completely impossible for her to retreat to deflect the force.

However, how could force dissipation techniques be so inconvenient? Huashan's heavy punch grazed Huayin's forehead, but it was only her forehead. After a few drops of blood splattered, just as people were about to cheer, they saw that "Huajin's" neck, which had been twisted, was not broken by Huashan, but rather quickly turned back after the force was dissipated, and then he threw another punch at Huashan!

Kaoru Hanayama withstood the punch head-on, refusing to retreat an inch!

His heavy punch landed on Hanon again, but Hanon took a half step back, maintaining a comfortable distance to neutralize the force of his attack, and then threw another punch...

Hua Shan threw a punch, but it was ineffective; "Hua Jin" threw a punch, but it also seemed ineffective; Hua Shan threw a punch, "Hua Jin" threw a punch... After a long build-up in the first round, the audience immediately witnessed a crazy-speed brawl.

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No one doubted the weight of the fists on both sides. Even the thin and unknown Joaquin had shown incredibly destructive strikes in the first two rounds. Hanayama Kaoru's skill level was beyond question. Now the two were face to face, punching each other three, five, ten times. It was hard to imagine the terrifying pressure they were under.

"Alas, it seems I really am getting old..." The feeling of a hero growing old in Daimon Tohei's heart deepened.

Ten years ago, he might have been able to withstand a few more of Hua Jin's heavy blows like Hua Shan. But time waits for no one. From his peak in his thirties to nearly fifty, the laws of nature have reduced his strength and atrophied his muscles. The hair he dyed white when he was young has now turned completely white. Daimon's physical talent is very strong, but he cannot remain strong forever. At this age, his physical abilities have deteriorated, and the disadvantages of not practicing martial arts when he was young have become apparent. Relying on his physical body will only lead to a downward spiral.

"Thinking about it now, I really should have learned some martial arts skills..." Daimon Tohei thought sincerely.

"Thinking about it now, you really should have learned some martial arts skills..." The same words came out of Hanon's mouth at the same time.

The fight between her and Huashan had reached a certain point. Huashan hadn't given an inch from beginning to end, standing still and exchanging blows with Huayin. However, while he could remain still, Huayin's attacks were truly powerful. Finally, after fifteen or sixteen punches, Huashan could no longer withstand the injuries and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Hanon quickly stepped back, avoiding the blood splattered on her face and the punch from Hanayama that came along with the blood, and then said those words.

Hanayama's heavy punches were completely ineffective against Kanon, but Kanon's attacks could still hurt Hanayama. It seemed that the outcome of this battle was already predetermined.

Section 444, Chapter 438: Only women do exercise.

Inside Hong Kong's largest nightclub, two powerful figures stand in confrontation.

Both are very young. One is a rising star in the Japanese underworld, a yakuza saint who has become famous throughout Asia at the age of nineteen. The other is shrouded in mystery, but he is also a teenager, a hardcore biker gang member who has just risen to power tonight and is about to reign supreme at the top of the global underworld.

Now, the two have just finished a fight. Kaoru Hanayama was injured and coughed up blood, while Joaquin declared victory, pointing out Hanayama's lack of martial arts skills... But Kaoru Hanayama remains imposing, and the outcome is still uncertain.

"Pfft."

In the audience, where most people were holding their breath, waiting for the two heroes to continue their battle, someone suddenly burst out laughing. Immediately, some people glared angrily at this person who was ruining the atmosphere, and even several hot-tempered gangsters stood up, ready to teach him a lesson.

However, everyone was stunned when they saw the person clearly—wasn't that Kizaki, Kaoru Hanayama's sidekick?

Kizaki chuckled, closed his eyes, and spoke in a profound and enigmatic tone: "He's actually talking about technology with my boss... Hahaha, he's so adorably naive, little brother."

In the quiet hall, Kizaki's laughter sounded loud and jarring, even reaching Kanon in the audience. She glanced at Kizaki, then turned to Hanayama: "What, do you actually know some very profound martial arts techniques, but you just haven't used them yet?"

Huashan shook his head, and before he could speak, Kizaki on the second floor had already answered Hanon's question for his boss: "Our boss is a natural-born strongman, he wouldn't bother practicing any martial arts!"

A born strongman? Disdainful of martial arts?

Hanon looked at Hanayama with a puzzled expression, while Hanayama slowly exhaled. The injuries he had sustained, which had caused him to vomit blood, seemed to have returned to normal in his silence.

"I believe that one should not be greedy," Hua Shan said. "I was different from ordinary people from the moment I was born, possessing extraordinary strength. What more could I ask for in life? Since I am already strong, I do not need to train anymore... A true strong person only needs innate strength and can only rely on the pure strength that one is born with. This is my belief."

Is this what they call... a born strongman?

Hanon scratched her head, unable to accept this logic: "So you mean that you are already the strongest in the world based on your talent, so you don't need to master technology? This... this is really bizarre logic."

Once again, before Hanayama could speak, Kizaki on the second floor got excited and started mocking Hana from afar: "Have you ever seen the lion, the king of beasts, training? The strong should naturally be ashamed of training, you bastard! Boss is an expert in fighting, but he only uses his innate physique, innate fighting spirit, and innate iron fist to fight directly. That's the romance of a man. Training... only women do that!"

Ugh, not only Kanon, but the other audience members couldn't stand those words anymore—how many people in the world are as gifted as Hanayama? What gangster doesn't exercise regularly? They at least go to the gym! What kind of illogical nonsense is this!

Having incurred public wrath, Kizaki found himself in a sea of ​​public criticism, while Kanon shrugged and ignored him, instead asking Hanayama with amusement, "Is that really what you think?"

Huashan remained as taciturn as ever, but he nodded.

"Arrogant and blind!" Hua Yin scoffed, pointing to the bloodstains on the ground. "Right now, it seems like you're the weak one, aren't you?"

Huashan also stared at the pool of blood, but did not back down. Instead, he said, "But you are the one who retreated."

Well, that's true. Since the start of the battle, it's always been Kanon who's been changing positions, while Hanayama has only been moving forward and forward again, never retreating even a step. Judging by their positions, Kanon is the one who's been forced to retreat.

"Heh, I didn't expect you to be such a smooth talker." Huayin laughed angrily and strode forward to stand in front of Huashan.

The two are 20 centimeters apart in height, but Hana-on looks down at Hana-yama with her head held high, showing no sign of weakness in terms of presence.

"So, we still have to use the traditional way to judge the winner." Kanon raised her eyebrows and issued a new declaration of victory to Hanayama Kaoru: "After the battle, standing is victory, lying down is defeat, what do you say?"

"I don't care."

No sooner had Huashan finished answering than Huayin's fist arrived.

Although it still relied on the basic techniques of offense and defense, Hanon's punch, delivered with anger, was incredibly fast and more powerful than before. It struck Hanayama's left cheek with a loud "boom," knocking out a tooth!

Hua Shan's broken tooth shot out and embedded itself in the thigh of a gangster in the wall of men. The guy screamed in pain, and with Hua Shan's mouth full of blood, it was just like the "Heroic Journey" tattoo on his back...it had that vibe.

However, Kaoru Hanayama did not back down an inch!

Only his upper body was knocked back, and Huayin was overjoyed and about to give chase, but she suddenly paused, catching a glimpse of Huashan's gaze—

Those were fierce, aggressive eyes, like those of a lion, the king of beasts.

"Not good!" Hana's punching motion was immediately stopped. It turned out that Hanayama's backward lean was not due to exhaustion, but rather to take advantage of the momentum to start a new punch. Just as Hana realized this, Hanayama's all-out heavy blow came.

Alas, when soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it. Faced with Huashan's heavy blow, Huayin's strength was exhausted.

Hanon's power-dissipating technique is also very sophisticated. Even if Hanayama's power were ten times stronger, it would still be... um?

Hanayama's heavy punches probably wouldn't be enough to defeat Kanon, but he's not entirely without "technique." At least, Hanayama has another way of attacking, namely the "grip strike" that caused a bloodbath in the last round.

That seemingly invincible punch unexpectedly transformed into a claw halfway through, grabbing at Hanon's neck. If Hanayama Kaoru's enormous hand were to seize Hanon, the outcome would likely be even more tragic than what happened to Korn Chase in the previous round...

However, although Hanayama's grab was as fast as lightning with the support of immense power, how could it deceive Hana, a martial arts expert? Although she could only use force-absorbing techniques, her eyesight and knowledge were still there. The counter-attacks of top fighters were far more varied than that. Don't underestimate martial arts!

So Huashan reached out and grabbed nothing, only managing to grab the rock jacket of the "Huajin" jacket in his hand, which was already quite rare, thanks to the fact that Huashan's hands were too big.

As for Hanon at this moment, she had already retreated three or four meters, completely out of Hanayama's attack range... Really?

"Fake!" As Hana was retreating, she suddenly saw a flash of light in front of her eyes, as if something was flying towards her. She quickly dodged to the side, and when she saw what it was, she realized it was a "ball"—it was Hanayama who had grabbed the leather jacket and rubbed it between his hands, using terrifying grip strength to crumple the jacket into a solid ball before throwing it over as a "hidden weapon".