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After finally reaching a safe distance, when Jack stood up, he found that his knees were no longer very strong, and what was even more frightening was that he had lost all feeling in his right elbow and could not lift it at all.

Joaquin is truly Jack's worst opponent. Heavy punches and kicks are almost useless against him, and his technique is enough to suppress Jack's Steel Jaws technique. Finally, Joaquin's own attack power is quite high, so all of Jack's advantages are countered!

Despite their prolonged battle and Joaquin's apparent several near-crisis moments, he remained remarkably stable, while Jack was the one who truly suffered the most damage...

The thought of “losing…” first surfaced in Jack’s mind, and then triggered a series of complex emotions in him.

How could we lose here! We have to win the championship to show that guy! He still has to challenge that man!

Overwhelmed with anger, Jack Van Mas even shed tears.

Author's Note: I don't know if I'll be able to finish the next chapter, like I did a few days ago. If I can't finish, I'll indicate it in the title.

Section 580, Chapter 574: The Blood Diamond Polished for Thirty Hours a Day

Jack cried, and Kanon didn't know what to do.

That's it? You cried?

Please, if it's just because Joaquin is a bad match for Jack that he's somewhat helpless, then Jack is clearly not a good match for Joaquin either! Joaquin's fighting style is specialized in jujitsu, and against Jack, who is super durable and has a stable center of gravity, it would take him at least a lot of effort to defeat him, if not a lot of effort. If it were Ye Huayin here, her "Finger Razor," "Demon Gun," and "Rakshasa Palm" would be enough to break through Jack's defense. When she was just cornered, she could have directly taught Jack a lesson with "Ghostly Strike."

Well, come to think of it, it seems like Kanon split his skills in two, and either one could handle Jack. He's basically fighting an impossible battle, so it seems like he really has reason to cry...

In truth, Jack Hanma was already a world-class warrior, yet he was helpless against Kanon because Kanon was strong, not because Jack was weak. Unbeknownst to many, Kanon had already reached the pinnacle of martial arts, and when she looked up again, only a few brilliant names remained around her.

Well... let the tears flow for a while, Jack, it's not a sin to cry.

But things gradually changed.

Jack was crying, and slowly he started sweating as well.

He not only sweated, he also peed... How disgusting!

Look, even Jack himself was disgusted and threw up.

Jack vomited while letting out a heart-wrenching roar: "Ooooooooooooo, oooooooo! Oooooooo..."

"What's going on?" Hana asked, bewildered.

"This is... the maximum limit!" Hao Hongye exclaimed in surprise.

When he arrived at the sidelines, he finally saw the most terrifying situation he had ever imagined.

This is the bitter fruit of years of taking various banned drugs and strange chemical reagents. Doping is called the "high-class prostitute" of athletes, simply because after giving people a strong body and the joy of victory, it will ultimately lead them to destruction.

This destruction was inevitable.

"Mr. Tokugawa, we can't let Jack fight anymore!" An elderly gentleman rushed up to Tokugawa Mitsunari. He was a regular doctor in the infirmary and was also worried about Jack's condition: "He needs immediate treatment. I can't just watch a patient die in front of me... Um! What's wrong?"

A sharp blade was held against the doctor's neck. That old bastard Tokugawa Mitsunari actually carried a short sword with him.

"This is a sacred arena, I will not allow you to set foot here!" Tokugawa roared.

The arena was his sacred place, the place he was obsessed with all his life, and he would never allow anyone to disturb his sacred duel!

Tokugawa's imposing aura intimidated the doctors... and for a moment even Koyo didn't dare to enter the scene to help Jack.

Amidst the disgusted gazes of Kanon, the worried looks of the doctor, and the fearful stares of the entire audience, Jack silently, yet not quietly, vomited.

What he vomited didn't contain much disgusting food residue; instead, it was mostly liquid. At first, the liquid was reddish, clearly from the internal injuries and blood clots caused by Hanon's attack. Then it became lighter and lighter until it was just like clear water. As it was vomited, it sank into the sand and dampened a large area of ​​the ground.

Jack's muscles atrophied rapidly with each vomiting, until he couldn't even vomit water anymore, and he became nothing but skin and bones. The effect was comparable to a Hollywood movie transformation effect.

"Jack!" Seeing Jack kneel on the ground after vomiting and barely move, Kou Koyo finally couldn't hold back and rushed into the arena—after all, his skills were undeniable, and Tokugawa Mitsunari couldn't really do anything to him.

It was Jack who "did" what to do with Hao Hongye. When Hao Hongye reached out and touched Jack's body, he was shocked and exclaimed, "This, this elasticity, this feeling... Ah!"

Hao Hongye jerked his arm back, only to find that Jack had snapped all five of his fingers in an instant. Before he could even cry out in pain, Jack suddenly stood up and slapped him across the face—Hao Hongye was sent flying, spinning and crashing into the audience, losing consciousness.

"I am now at a level that you doctors or scientists cannot comprehend." Jack, who had just displayed his ugly side, was surprisingly in good spirits: "My body has suppressed the effects of the drugs on me, which proves that I can surpass that demon, Yujiro Hanma!"

Jack raised his hand and pounded his chest—after his "transformation," his arms were like bamboo poles compared to before, yet they were full of power, and his explosive force was several times greater than before. His hammering was full of confidence and arrogance.

“Training for over thirty hours a day, the physique resulting from this rigorous training… this is the fruit of over a decade of hardship! It’s a miracle of perseverance that suppressed the side effects of performance-enhancing drugs. Now, my body is like a diamond, solidified, a stronger version of myself.” Jack let out a long sigh, looking at Hanon with a disdainful gaze once more: “I will be the winner of this tournament! I will also be the one to challenge Yujiro Hanma!”

"Are you... done talking?"

Jack's transformed form was incredibly imposing, and his ability to defeat the superhuman Hokoyo in one blow was astonishing. From ordinary spectators to commentators, referees, staff, and even the martial artists on the sidelines and backstage, everyone felt the immense pressure and held their breath, waiting for the next battle. However, Jack's opponent, Joaquin, remained unmoved and even started joking.

“I understand your situation, the so-called side effects of suppressing banned drugs…” Hanon picked at her ear. Jack’s voice was quite loud when he transformed, making her ears ring: “He probably forced all the drug’s effects into his brain, otherwise how could he say something like thirty hours a day?”

"You...are you mocking me?" Jack was stunned. He hadn't expected that after he became stronger, this formidable enemy, the strongest he had ever faced, would look down on him even more.

This time, Jack really cried. His anger, resentment, and feeling looked down upon brought forth a few tears from the bottom of his heart.

Then came a fit of rage.

"Joaquin, I'm going to kill you!"

With a single word, Jack Van Ma had traversed the entire ring, charging from the Vermilion Bird position to the Azure Dragon position, arms outstretched and mouth agape, like a lion or tiger pouncing, determined to kill Joaquin with his fists.

The so-called "diamond muscles" formed after overcoming the side effects of performance-enhancing drugs not only significantly strengthened Jack's strength and endurance, but his explosive power saw the greatest improvement. Even seasoned martial artists couldn't see his movements clearly. By the time top-tier fighters like Doppo Guji, Goki Shibukawa, Kaioh Retsu, and Baki Hanma reacted, Jack was already upon Joaquin! As for the weaker martial artists and ordinary spectators, they were completely unaware of what had happened; their eyes hadn't even had time to move!

So, what about Kanon? As the direct target of Jack's charge, can she react to the overwhelming power of Jack? Does she have a way to deal with it?

Kanon smiled.

Of course, in the blink of an eye, Kanon didn't even have time to show a full smile. Even if she did smile, no one could tell under the "Joaquin" face paint. But Kanon still curled the corners of her mouth, making no attempt to hide her excitement.

"Since you've strengthened it so much, you should be able to withstand this attack, right? My... 'Blow Away'."

The special move that Kanon created after being inspired by her first encounter with Ryozo, named "Fubuki," has only been used at full power in an exhibition match against the Rainforest Python until now. Now, Kanon can finally use it on a living person.

"If you're fine after taking this attack, then I'll just surrender. My other moves probably won't work on you anyway." Hana's mind raced. "But if this attack works on you... I hope you don't die!"

Hanon unleashed a double punch, colliding head-on with Jack's shoulders just before Jack's fists, kicks, and steel teeth were about to strike...

What happened next?

To put it simply, half a minute ago, Hao Hongye was slapped into the audience by Jack and lost consciousness for a moment. When he was shaken awake, all he heard were complaints.

"Dr. Hao, it's all your fault! We missed the most spectacular attack!"

"Yes, yes, that historic moment... Alas, what a pity!"

"Huh?" Hao Hongye was puzzled. She looked around to find out what was going on, when she saw a commotion in the audience behind her. The audience members scattered and a tall, thin man was lying on the stands, bleeding from somewhere. The blood had formed a small puddle on the ground and was flowing down the steps.

Hao Hongye thought the figure looked familiar: "That back view, is it... Jack?"

His already dizzy mind became even more confused. How did Jack end up in the stands, and even deeper than him?

Immediately afterward, he heard the referee in the ring announce with a look of terror: "...Win, win, win, win, the outcome is decided...The winner... Joaquin! It's Joaquin!"

Author's Note: Phew, I actually finished it in one chapter! It's quite a lot of words. Speaking of which, the chapters where Jack and Baki were defeated were all over 2500 words long. They really are brothers.

We'll continue with the fourth update tomorrow; the conference is coming to a close!

Section 581, Chapter 575: A Dream Showdown

Looking at Jack Vanma lying face down in the stands, Hao Hongye's expression went from shock to calm, and then from calm to pity.

"In the end, he still couldn't win as he wished..."

Despite her own injuries and feeling dizzy, Hao Hongye went over to check on Jack's injuries.

"In the end, I still couldn't unleash my full power..."

In the arena, Hanon also withdrew her fists.

At the last moment, perhaps Jack charged too fast, causing Kanon to not have time to adjust her posture, or perhaps she was still subconsciously afraid of killing her opponent, so she held back a little. In any case, this "blowing" did not cause the two forces to collide head-on in Jack's body and cause shock, but rather at a certain angle, which, while damaging Jack's body, also produced the effect of blowing him away.

However, Kanon was still satisfied with the result: "Looking at his injuries, if I hadn't used a different angle, he would have really died. Besides, I won; the angle of that attack was just right~"

Hanon turned around and left gracefully.

Next up is the final!

...Sigh, he sounds so excited, but it's just "I'm fighting myself." Of course, not everyone knows that Ye Huayin is Joaquin. During the long fifteen-minute break, all the spectators and even the martial artists were discussing the upcoming final battle.

In the medical room, Retsu Kaioh had regained consciousness. Because he had accumulated injuries until he lost consciousness, his injuries were not fatal but very serious, and he especially needed to rest. He watched the battle between Joaquin Phoenix and Jack while lying in his hospital bed.

"Ye Huayin and Hua Jin, one strong and one gentle, are really interesting. Who is stronger? I can't say for sure..." Lie Haiwang pondered, "Although I personally hope that Ye Haiwang can win the championship representing the martial arts province, judging from his performance after the semi-finals, Hua Jin may have a better chance of winning?"

Retsu Kaioh is straightforward and objective in his judgments. Indeed, judging from the situation, "Ye Hana" clearly had a tougher time in the semi-finals and had expended more energy, while "Joaquin's" judicious fighting style was relatively less strenuous, and he controlled the situation against Jack throughout, appearing quite relaxed...

"Heh, Lie-kun, you really are... it doesn't matter who wins." Also in the infirmary was Shibukawa Takeki, the old martial saint who was already able to get out of bed and was massaging his joints to improve blood circulation. He knew the secret of Hanon's identity.

Upon hearing this, Lie Haiwang nodded: "You are right. In any case, I have already been defeated, so there is no point in discussing this anymore. After returning home this time, I will strive to improve and continue to hone my martial arts skills. The experience gained on this trip will surely be useful next time."

"Oh, that's not what I meant..."

“Mr. Shibukawa,” Retsukai interrupted him, “Could you please help me up? I’d like to go to the stadium to watch the final.”

Both Retsukai and Shibukawa were injured. By the time they arrived at the arena, almost all the fighters of the night had arrived. All martial artists share the same thought: they want to see who is the most dazzling, no, the strongest among their group.

"It seems we all share the same thought." Retsu Kaioh and Shibukawa Tsuyoshi exchanged a knowing smile. "After the finals, let's all salute the champion backstage!"

"Wow, everyone's here! Didn't you break Darkrov's neck and then get a beating from Kare? And Shiba Chiharu, even injured like that, he still made it! Wow! Yasha Aruto's here too..." Shibukawa Takeki was rather impulsive and easily startled, but at the end, he noticed the Hanma family was missing: "Baki left the infirmary earlier, but he didn't come here either. And Jack, is Dr. Ho still treating him?"

The tournament, though lasting only one night, involved hours of fierce fighting from dusk till dawn. For many of the warriors present, it was an experience one of the most important and unforgettable moments of their lives. The impact was all-encompassing, from body to soul. If Baki couldn't immediately overcome the mental block of his crushing defeat despite unleashing Hanma's bloodline, and if Jack couldn't quickly recover from his severe injuries, everyone could understand and forgive him…

Time is up.

Inside the arena, the lights that had illuminated the arena all night suddenly went out, leaving only two beams of light focused in the center. Tokugawa Mitsunari, microphone in hand, stepped onto the stage, cleared his throat, and roared his innermost thoughts to the entire audience—

"What's wrong with wanting to be the best in the world?!"