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Thailand's martial arts world is filled with numerous alliances and countless fighters, some organized by alliance, others by gym, and there are also many underground, clandestine fights, making the rankings quite chaotic. Seventeen years ago, there were two highly regarded fighters in Muay Thai, belonging to different gyms, who were about to compete for the title of strongest. However, on the day of the match, they were easily defeated by a young upstart—that young man was none other than Zaoqiao Zuomadou, whom Hanon had recently defeated.

After that, no one was qualified to challenge for the title of Muay Thai's strongest, until a few years later when the young Gaolang burst onto the scene, sweeping the ring at the age of less than fifteen. No one could stand firm in the ring after fighting him—well, actually, there was one person, the same stubborn young man (just kidding) who fought against neighboring Myanmar, the roaring fighting spirit, Yorozuka Sapayan. But by then, Gaolang was already the absolute king of Muay Thai, and soon switched to boxing.

After Gaolang, the Muay Thai world entered another period of fierce competition, with various gyms producing new champions who battled it out in several leagues, yet no one could gain a decisive advantage. Now, Stobak, who has stepped into the ring, is the undisputed champion of one of these leagues and is hailed as the strongest fighter in Muay Thai after Gaolang, with the potential to end the decade-long scramble and ascend to the top.

Before entering the arena, Strabaka, like most Muay Thai fighters, performed a "fist dance," a traditional Muay Thai ritual to show respect to heaven, earth, the god of war, and the opponent, which can be seen in many films, television dramas, and live broadcasts of matches.

While dancing, Strabaka was also filled with a sense of sacredness, but in a somewhat distorted way: "My empire will begin with this battle. I will prove to the world that Muay Thai is the strongest martial art, and I am the strongest boxer who surpasses Gaolang!"

The opponent in the first match? Just a stepping stone, Straubaka didn't care at all. His eyes were always on Baki: "Hmph, the 'former champion' hasn't come back yet? Seeing how quickly he defeated that giant, his strength is indeed not weak. The second round match against him will be my biggest challenge."

With this in mind, Strawberry was the first to step into the ring.

Next was the Brazilian soldier, Ziru, who walked out without saying a word, or perhaps because he couldn't speak the language, with an air of indifference.

However, when Ziru passed by Kanon, he twitched his nose and suddenly turned to look at Kanon—his eyes had a lot of white and very small pupils, which looked very strange, like a beast staring at its prey.

No, eyes can lie, but aura is hard to fake. Hana clearly felt that Ziru was emanating an extremely aggressive aura that was pressing towards her!

"Does this guy see me as an opponent?" Hanon wondered. This Zilu looked so dazed and confused. Could it be that he really didn't understand the situation? With such fighting spirit, he clearly wanted to attack her!

Becoming secretly vigilant, Hanon instantly prepared herself: "If this guy dares to attack, I wouldn't mind crippling him directly."

But Zuru didn't make any further moves; instead, he walked out with that imposing aura... It seems he also knew that Strabaka was his true opponent.

Kanon could only scratch her head in disbelief: "What is this? This is so inexplicable..."

"Impressive, isn't it? That beast-like intuition." Another voice sounded beside her. Hanon turned her head and saw it was Shibukawa Takeki.

"Ah, Shibukawa-sensei, what kind of beastly intuition is that?"

“I’ve heard about Zuru,” Shibukawa explained to Kanon. “He is a descendant of Brazilian slaves. Back then, when Europeans were transporting slaves to the Americas, the conditions in the ship cabins were very poor. Those who made it to their destination alive were the strongest of the strong. This bloodline has been passed down from generation to generation, and now it has been concentrated in Zuru. His vitality, fertility, and physical strength are all top-notch… Just now, he must have sensed your female body, so he sent out a masculine aura.”

"WTF!" Kanon was shocked by this absurd truth: "You mean his aura just now wasn't a threat, but... a declaration of love?"

"That's probably it. Your disguise was very elaborate, and ordinary people naturally wouldn't be able to see through it, but Ziru's instincts are just too strong. He probably sensed your scent." Shibukawa shrugged. "I heard he has eight wives and a bunch of children. That's quite something!"

"Disgusting!" That was the only word Hanon could think of: "Disgusting!"

Hanon had barely uttered two "disgusting" sounds when cheers erupted from the audience outside the arena.

Wow—that was amazing! Another swift victory!

It took ten seconds longer than Baki's ten-second KO in the previous match, but it still only took twenty seconds. Stobak attacked wildly for thirteen or fourteen seconds and was gaining the upper hand when he was slapped in the face by Zur and knocked to the ground. Then Zur straddled him and punched him repeatedly. He lost consciousness a few seconds later.

Strabaka, who was focused on his second-round match against Baki, performed worse than Andes the Giant and became the first contestant to be carried off the field by medical staff tonight.

"It seems that the strong physique and beastly instincts give Zeru not only reproductive ability, but also quite good combat power~" Shibukawa Goki and Kanon were so busy talking that they didn't watch the match properly.

"Disgusting!" Hanon repeated the same thing.

"Hehe, stop being so disgusting, the next two matches are the real fun." Old Mr. Shibukawa interrupted Kanon's monologue: "The tournament has only just begun!"

Author's note: Yesterday was really tiring. I woke up this morning with a sore back and aching waist. But that won't affect today's fourth update.

Was Kanon's appearance really that late? Not necessarily!

Section 498, Chapter 492: The Herb Master

"Interesting?" Kanon asked, slightly puzzled. "The next match is wrestling legend Kanji Inogari versus Japanese kickboxing champion Rob Robinson. Is there anything special about it?"

"Hehe, Inugari, that guy..." Shibukawa didn't continue, just shook his head and walked away.

"Honestly, do all experts like to only say half of what they mean?" Hana looked at Shibukawa's retreating figure with a helpless expression: "Old charlatan!"

At this moment, Zuru, who had won the battle, had returned to the rest room. He immediately saw Hanon, and his beastly eyes, with more white than pupil, looked over. Hanon was so frightened that she trembled and quickly turned and ran away.

"Well, I might as well go see what's so special about that pig-hunting uncle~"

Hanon jogged along and soon spotted Inugari Kanji, who was about to make his appearance, in the corridor.

Wrestling is actually a very diverse sport. China has Chinese wrestling, Mongolia has Bok, Russia has Sambo, and the modern wrestling used in the Olympics originated in ancient Greece. There are also Greco-Roman wrestling and freestyle wrestling. As for wrestling, it is actually named after the English word "wrestling," but it is more about performance than competition. The main styles are Japanese, American, and Mexican, each with its own characteristics.

Wrestlers are very strong, even performance wrestlers, and may even be stronger—those muscles don't lie, and they also need to master many techniques to keep things fresh for the audience, and perform every week. The frequency of their fights, their ability to withstand blows, and the intensity of their training far exceed those of ordinary martial artists.

As for this Uncle Inugari Kanji, he is a representative figure of Japanese wrestling. He is known as one of the three great wrestlers along with this year's substitute, Taizan Touyu, and the "God of Wrestling" Zangji Kyugo, who has faded from the forefront of Japanese wrestling. Even Jun Sekibayashi is their junior.

Ino-Kari's strength should not be underestimated, but his glory days were more than ten or twenty years ago. Now, the hero is old and the general is gray-haired. Ino-Kari, who is over fifty years old, is no longer active in the arena.

As Kanon entered the corridor, she bumped into Inogari and his little sidekick who were about to make their entrance: "Ah, this Uncle Inogari... he looks so listless."

Indeed, Zhu Shouwan looked dejected. Although he was tall, his back was hunched when he walked, and his steps lacked the composure and determination of a powerful warrior. He looked more like he was going to his death than to fight his opponent.

“Boss… Mr. Inogari!” The henchman, wearing sunglasses and quite muscular, was probably a wrestler as well. He suddenly stopped, as if making a decision, and said to Inogari, “This match… if I think you can’t do it, I’ll throw this towel into the ring! Please… please don’t push yourself! Forgive me!”

"Hmm? Hmm..." Inogari turned to look at him, his eyes startling his henchmen and Kanon beside him—it wasn't a fierce or angry look, but rather a desolate and gloomy one, a completely acquiescing expression!

"I understand, you don't need to worry, Hisasumi..." Inugari said gently, reassuring the follower named Hisasumi, before stepping back onto the arena.

With one step forward, Inugami suddenly slumped to his knees, retching violently: "Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh—"

"Mr. Inugari!" Hisami rushed over to check, and Kanon also came over: "What happened?"

Inugari gagged for a while, but finally managed to control himself and didn't actually vomit. He shook his head: "It's an old injury. Decades of daily impacts and beatings have taken their toll on my body. My head keeps spinning uncontrollably..."

Suddenly, Inori raised his arm and slapped Kanon hard on the shoulder—but the seemingly heavy hand had no power at all. Although Kanon's shoulder slumped from the slap, she couldn't help but feel sorry for Inori: "Time flies. The pride of Japanese wrestling, the world-renowned fighting superstar, has he become so weak? This slap is not as good as the slaps Gina or Hibiki give when they play around in the gym."

"Your name is Joaquin, right? I heard you're a gangster expert from China, a rising star in the fighting world. It's good to be young..." Inogari helped Hanon to her feet: "The future of the fighting world ultimately rests on your shoulders, young people. Meeting is fate. If I lose this time, then your ambition to dominate the tournament will be fulfilled."

"Oh, okay..." Hana's nose tingled a little, and she didn't dare to say more, afraid that tears would fall.

"Haha, I'm fine. Let me sit and rest for a while before going on stage to teach that arrogant brat a lesson." Inoharu laboriously moved to sit down by the wall, closed his eyes and focused his mind. After a moment... his head lolled to the side and he fainted.

"Ah! Mr. Inogari!" Hisasumi exclaimed in surprise, as did Kanon, and even the staff member who came to guide Inogari was shocked: "What happened to Mr. Inogari? What? His old injury has flared up again? I'll go call the medical staff, and um, I also need to send someone to tell Lord Tokugawa about this! Also, someone needs to notify the substitute players to prepare to enter the game..."

"Calm down!" Hanon shouted, calming the panicked staff. She then instructed, "Go and call the doctor, then inform Mr. Tokugawa. Mr. Hisami will stay here to take care of Uncle Inogari. I'll go and inform the alternates!"

"Okay!" ×2, Hisayu and the staff agreed in unison. Kanon's arrangement was very feasible, and everyone immediately followed suit.

However, instead of going to the rest room where the substitute players were, Kanon turned around and went to an empty tool room.

She went there to change her clothes.

“Uncle Pig Hunting…” Kanon took off her wig.

“Since you’ve entrusted your ambitions to me…” Hanon lifted the fake tattoo sleeve.

"Then I can't refuse." Huayin washed the paint off her face with water.

"Let me win this match for you!" In the end, Kanon took out her phone and texted her secretary, Mishima Hitomi, who had Kanon's change of clothes with her.

Because Izou informed Tokugawa Mitsunari that "Kanon would be participating," Kanon was placed on the waiting list. Therefore, Kanon prepared a disguise kit to quickly switch between the identities of "Jokin" and "Kanon." This was originally just a contingency plan, but unexpectedly, it would be needed in the third match after the tournament began!

"Miss Kanon, what are you doing?" Mishima, that little sister, is truly a... cough cough, a workaholic. She found Kanon's tool room incredibly fast after receiving the text message—mission accomplished!

"Sigh, there's nothing I can do. It happened so suddenly, I have to take Uncle Inugami's place," Kanon explained as she took off her pants.

"Huh?" Xiaotong asked in surprise, "Why is that? Hasn't that boar hunter's match already started?"

"what?"

"Hahaha..." A few minutes ago, when the staff ran to Tokugawa Mitsunari to report that he had collapsed in the entrance passage due to a relapse of his old injury after the Ino-Kari hunt, Tokugawa Mitsunari was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Ino-Kari is an old friend of mine, I know all too well whether he had an old injury or not, you've all been fooled!"

And so, after seeing "Hua Jin" off, Inoue immediately stood up amidst Hisasumi's shocked gaze, stretched his body, and smiled, "That silly young man, he was really interesting, hehe, he actually stirred up my long-lost desire to perform~"

During the Kengan Tournament's elimination rounds, a famous wrestler once said a well-known quote: "Wrestlers—they're really good at acting!"

With her pants half off, Hanon rushed into the next room where there was a TV. On the screen, she saw Inugari in top form, beating up his opponent and taking down the kickboxing champion Robinson in just a few punches and kicks, in less than Tsuru's twenty seconds.

"Damn!" Kanon gave a very apt evaluation in response to the performance of the grass-growing master, Inugari.

Author's Note: Two more chapters tonight, let's keep the fun going!

Chapter 493, Section 499: The Old Hero Takes the Field, Ye Huayin Comes to Congratulate Him

"I'm stupid, really."

Next to the changing room was an ordinary office. It was late at night and there were no staff members. The room was empty, so Kanon didn't have to worry about the mess she made while changing and then running over to watch TV with her pants down. She let go and let her pants slide to the ground, revealing her smooth, white thighs—anyway, there was no one else around, so it wouldn't hurt if Mishima Hitomi saw it.

"I knew the wrestlers would act during the elimination rounds, but I still got completely fooled." Kanon clutched her head, filled with regret.

The reason she didn't take this seriously is partly because she'd never actually fought Jun Kwanbayashi and hadn't personally experienced his acting skills. Now that Kanon has been thoroughly outmaneuvered by another wrestling superstar, she'll likely have a lasting impression of wrestler acting skills that she'll carry with her to her grave…

Although it was a rare experience in life, Kanon completely believed Inogari's performance and now she was left only with anger and shivering, feeling utterly bewildered.

"Um, Miss Kanon..." Kotomi is only a middle school student! Most girls her age are still in the state of being little princesses at home and are not good at comforting others. Faced with the dejected Kanon, Kotomi didn't know what to say, so she could only make small talk: "The next match is about to start."

"Ah, that's true." Kanon wasn't one to be pretentious. Reminded by Hitomi, she also remembered that the next match was between Honbu Izo and Kinryuzan.

"The duel between those two must be very interesting; we should go and see it."

Pulling herself together, Hana looked at her bare thighs again—she slapped them with a "smack" sound: "I've taken off my pants and makeup, so let's leave it like this for now."

So when Kanon and Hitomi left the room, Kanon had truly become "Kanon".

After letting Hitomi return to the audience seats, Kanon easily spotted the main team at the entrance. Beside the main team were two other people: his prized disciple, Hanada Junichi, and the champion, Baki Hanma, who had just finished his match.

It seems like the headquarters and Baki have a very close relationship. When they entered, they were talking to Baki in the lobby the whole time.

Now, he was dressed in a judo uniform, no longer the disheveled, overworked office worker he had appeared in the park. He tidied his appearance, gently patted his cheeks, and appeared before the world as a "judo master," ready for battle.

Looking at the two young juniors on his left and right, the head of the department did not rush to enter. Instead, he exhaled a breath of stale air and said, "To be honest... today is my birthday."