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

However, recalling the earth-shattering power of those three punches, people found that they did not feel much resentment. The key to life is contentment. Having witnessed such a glorious three-hit victory, it was not a wasted trip or even a wasted life. At least the resentment of being stood up by Ye Huayin was gone.

Now that Yujiro is gone, it's time to focus on Joaquin.

He's a hero of the arena!

Joaquin's performance against Yujiro was not bad. He suffered a loss in the first attack, and while he was at a disadvantage in the second attack, he also injured Yujiro. The strongest clash was evenly matched, and even Yujiro was seriously injured! The more people know how strong Yujiro is, the more they can feel the terror of Joaquin.

He deserves the title of tournament champion, and is even more so. Joaquin's strength has exceeded many people's expectations.

Although some longtime Kengan fans are still indignant, feeling that the same result would have occurred if "Miss Kanon" had been chosen...

Well, they were quickly proven wrong and, along with the vast majority of people, were shocked.

As it turned out, Joaquin did not disappoint everyone. Although he collapsed again after Yujiro left, it was only a momentary daze and he did not lose consciousness. At this time, only his tired legs could move. Joaquin struggled a few times and moved to the side of the field to rest and catch his breath. Obviously, if Yujiro returned, Joaquin could regain his strength and fight him again.

Heroes never die, warriors are fearless! Thumbs up!

Driven by this emotion, the audience showered Joaquin with unreserved praise, calling him "a true man," "a man among men," "the number one man in the underworld," and "our Superman." The arena erupted in deafening cheers, a torrent of admiration for Joaquin. And because Joaquin was sitting right by the railing, the front-row spectators swarmed forward to greet and encourage their new idol, to touch the legend in their hearts, and so…

With a "plop," someone ripped Joaquin's head... his hair off.

It's done! It's done! It's done...

"Ah!" The woman, thinking she'd accidentally twisted Joaquin's head off, screamed and fainted. Her scream and tug drew everyone's attention to Joaquin's change—a head of hair, not long but definitely not a man's hairstyle, cascaded down, instantly dispelling his previously unapproachable, punk-rock vibe. And the length and style of that hair looked strangely familiar…

A few spectators who were nearby suddenly realized something, and their heads went "buzz." They subconsciously reached out to wipe Joaquin's face. Poor Joaquin, with both hands useless and his whole body weak, had no good way to deal with a group of ordinary people touching his face. They wiped away the graffiti on his face with the blood and sweat. Oh—Joaquin's features are so handsome!

And don't you think I've seen these facial features somewhere before?

"Ah...ah..." Not only were the audience shocked, but even Tokugawa Mitsunari, who had returned to the ring to present the gold belt to "Joaquin," was stunned. His mind raced, and this seasoned 13th-generation rich man instantly understood everything: Why did Hanako say she would participate in the tournament but arrive so late; why did Hanako avoid fighting in the finals; why did Kirito Takakaze ultimately challenge Yujiro for the sake of the complete stranger Joaquin; why did Hanako and Joaquin only appear together during the group appearance, and who...oh, Joaquin's appearance could be easily faked by anyone!

"I understand, I understand, so that's it... so that's it..." Old Master Tokugawa trembled with excitement: "So it was Mulan, no, Hua Mulan! Hahaha... Ga—"

He's gone.

In the audience, Takakaze Kirito raised his hand to his forehead and covered his face as well: "Sigh, it still turned into a farce in the end."

His feelings for Kanon need no further explanation. Seeing his niece drive away Yujiro Hanma in a painful yet glorious way, his emotions were truly complex.

Staff rushed in to treat Tokugawa Mitsunari, pinching his philtrum and applying medicated oil, finally waking him up. The first thing Tokugawa made after waking up was to quickly take Kanon, whose identity had been exposed, backstage before the audience caused a bigger disturbance, so that the doctor could treat her wounds and bring her water to help her change clothes and remove her makeup.

Hanon thinks that removing makeup and changing clothes when her hands are immobile is probably harder than winning a tournament... Hey, she can't let the fighters outside hear her say that.

Fortunately, a few female staff members helped, and after a lot of effort, they finally managed to restore Kanon to... uh, Kanon.

In the end, Tokugawa Mitsunari personally tied the gold belt around Kanon's waist—both of Kanon's arms were bandaged!

This injury will probably take a long time to heal… Kanon thought of a not-so-familiar acquaintance: Himuro Ryo, a fighter from the Kengan Association. In the fierce battles of the elimination tournament, many suffered unimaginable injuries, yet when Kanon fought in the finals, almost everyone was able to watch as usual, except for Himuro, whose arm had been broken by Kaneda Suekichi before the main match; that guy's arm was wrapped in bandages for months…

A broken arm is a serious injury... Kanon shuddered. The golden belt that she had in her hands, no, that was now her waist, no longer seemed so appealing.

As for the audience, they should have offered their blessings and double the respect to "Hua Jin" or "Ye Huayin"—Huayin was a super strong fighter who fought twice as many battles as others and advanced to the finals using both hard and soft martial arts! However, apart from mechanically clapping when she put on the gold belt, the audience seemed rather indifferent.

It's no wonder they've been so emotional. Since entering the finals, the public's emotions have experienced too many ups and downs. During the time Hanon was changing clothes, they had already entered a period of calm after the initial excitement.

In the future, they will discuss tonight's conference, spread the fame of Kanon, and regard Kanon as a battle goddess and their idol... But not now. Right now, the crowd just feels a little tired and wants to go home as soon as possible. Life's ups and downs are too fast and too exciting.

Compared to the audience, the fighters' blessings were more interesting. All the fighters lined up backstage when Kanon returned, and everyone was laughing. Even Yashamon II and Zeru were not so wild and untamed anymore. Not to mention Shibukawa Goki, Retsu Kaioh, Honbu Izo, Guji Doppo... These seniors and friends who had close interactions with Kanon interacted with her affectionately, scratching her chin, signing their names and writing blessings on the bandages on her arms, and so on.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

...Although the scene had a bit of a "Human Instrumentality Project" ending feel to it, Kanon still remembered it with a mix of shivering and warmth.

The event came to an end, and people went home. Most were satisfied, but a few... well, hopefully those who found their cars damaged during Baki Hanma's "imaginary practice" when they got to the parking lot will also be in a good mood.

Hanon also joined her family and friends, got into the car and went home. Everyone was silent on the way, not because they were angry or anything, but because Hanon was injured and tired and fell asleep right away. Everyone felt sorry for her and no one wanted to disturb her.

What a long night...

The sleeping Kanon was carried to bed and put down, but the sleep was not sweet. After all, even the most advanced medical treatment cannot completely eliminate the pain of the wound. At the same time, Kanon's body was also immobilized, making her sleeping position very uncomfortable.

In the early hours of the morning, Hua Yin woke up and groggily looked around. She found the maid assigned to her to watch the night was asleep on the table, and a tall figure was serving her by her bedside.

Hana muttered, "What bad luck, I'm having a nightmare."

What you think about during the day, you dream about at night! Who else could it be but Yujiro Hanma by Kanon's bedside!

Author's Note: Whew, here's the first update of the day. I'll try my best to do five updates, but I'm not sure if I can achieve that. I'll give it my all!

Also, this chapter is quite long. I hesitated about whether to stop at the beginning, but in the end, I left everyone with a little suspense. We'll talk about it in the next chapter.

Next, we'll naturally move on to the story of Baki Part 2! But before that, it'll be a slice-of-life chapter. Besides the muscular girl and the yakuza's daughter, the next chapter will also introduce a new manga story for a little interactive fun. Can you guess which one? Hint: it's a pretty old work...

Section 589, Chapter 582: Your purity is too low!

Hanon closed her eyes again and immediately sensed something was wrong.

I seem to be quite lucid. The man beside my bed, Yujiro Hanma, is probably...maybe...real?

Kanon opened her eyes and saw Yujiro Hanma's fist coming down.

It's confirmed, it really is Yujiro Hanma. I just took three punches from him at the Tokyo Dome a few hours ago, there's no doubt about it.

However, Kanon did not dodge—she was already in a cast and her body was immobilized while sleeping, so she couldn't even turn over without help, let alone dodge an attack from the "world's strongest creature."

Furthermore, Kanon didn't need to dodge; Yujiro Hanma's punch was aimed at Kanon's head... and then the pillow next to her was smashed down.

He didn't even use much force; he punched the pillow so hard that the impact was absorbed by the cotton and went unnoticed.

"Aren't you going to dodge?" Yujiro asked.

Hana looked around and said, "Do you think I can dodge like this?"

"If you want, of course you can still move." Yujiro shrugged. He didn't believe that Kanon was really unable to move! This was a strongman who could withstand three of his full-force attacks and even lose an arm to him in the end!

So there's only one explanation: "You noticed, I didn't intend to kill you." Yujiro's voice was unexpectedly gentle, so gentle... that Kanon felt very uncomfortable!

She suppressed the urge to shiver and asked Yujiro, "What are you doing in a girl's room in the middle of the night? Are you some kind of pervert, old man? Don't you have any gentlemanly manners?"

Even so, Kanon didn't make a loud fuss—if Yujiro really went mad, who in the Takakaze family could stop him now! Besides, Yujiro arrived quietly, and even the maid on night duty was easily subdued, so he definitely wasn't here to cause trouble.

By this time, Kanon had regained some energy, and her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. By the moonlight, she could see that Yujiro Hanma's right arm wasn't in a cast, but it was wrapped in layers of bandages. His face... wait? There was blood on his lips! Judging by the amount of blood, it definitely wasn't from vomiting blood himself, but from biting some creature.

"Wow! I get it!" Hanon exclaimed, feigning sudden realization. Unfortunately, she couldn't use her hands to express herself, so she could only say, "Uncle, are you a vampire? The Hanma family's bloodline is so strong, it must be supernatural power!"

"Nonsense! What is all this nonsense!" Yujiro snapped. Even after reverting from "Joaquin" back to "Hakanoe," this brat still loved to argue...

"This is Jack's blood."

"Jack's?"

"That brat challenged me to a duel in the parking lot later... Hmph, did he really think I was weak just because I lost an arm? He even tried to bite me, but little did he know that I had already exhausted this move when I was younger than him. On the battlefield, biting is just a basic technique."

Hanon was speechless. She had fought all three members of the Hanma family before, so she naturally knew the difference in skill between Jack and Yujiro. Moreover, Jack had been beaten so badly by her, yet he still managed to keep attacking Yujiro—that was already astonishing. As for Yujiro, who could even lay a hand on his own wounded son—no, could he even bite him? He was truly a piece of trash…

However, Jack's despicable father, Yujiro, looked down on him: "Is there such a fool as losing twice in one day? Humph... But through him, I learned that Joaquin is actually Hanako, and she's actually a woman!"

Kanon was immediately gripped by immense panic—could this Yujiro Hanma be one of those crazy people who pursued some kind of "strongest bloodline" and went around seeking out powerful members of the opposite sex to mate with? "Hey, you, you, what do you want?"

Fortunately, Yujiro wasn't that despicable.

"I just came to see you." That was Yujiro's answer.

"what?"

“You have good eyesight, you were able to sense that I didn’t come with any killing intent,” Yujiro said. “But I misjudged you, I didn’t realize you were a woman in the arena. And I’m curious, Ye Hana’s fighting style is more forceful, while Joaquin’s fighting style is more gentle, if you combine force and gentleness, would you become even stronger?”

"It can't be that bad." Hana tried to wave her hand but couldn't, so she shook her head like a rattle: "I've already done my best. If I had any backup plan, would I be in this state?"

“Then you’ll have to put in some effort.” Yujiro smiled unexpectedly… Perhaps strong people are more lenient with those they acknowledge as strong? Of course, Yujiro had his own explanation: “Usually, opponents are just dishes to me, and I can finish them off in one go. But when I exchanged three punches with you, I only had eyes for you… You performed really well, kid. I’ll wait for you to become stronger.”

"Then I'll fight you again?" Hanon rolled her eyes. "Then you can wait and see..."

It took only three punches to injure her so much. Hanon won't be able to muster the will to fight again anytime soon. How about we wait ten or eight years for our next encounter? I believe that by then Hanon will have mastered her skills and be invincible. As for Yujiro, he'll be a few years older, and it's hard to say whether he'll still be at his peak.

Yujiro was quite surprised: "Oh, you can hold back?"

"Hold on? Hold on to what?"

"Fight!"

Yujiro wasn't the type to do background checks. In his mind, Hanako was so strong at such a young age, she must be exceptionally talented and had trained hard since childhood like Baki, going through countless hardships to reach her current level. Such a person was either a martial arts fanatic or a battle maniac, and would never refuse the opportunity to fight Hanma Yujiro. He didn't believe that if he told Baki or Jack that Yujiro had asked for a fight, those two kids would be so excited they'd fly.

Unfortunately, Kanon is not that kind of person.

"Come on, I'm not a pervert. If I want to exercise, why don't I go to the gym or play ball at school? I'm a pretty easygoing person..."

The simple answer and relaxed attitude immediately overturned Yujiro's many one-sided imaginations about "Yohana".

"You!" Yujiro thought of a possibility he found hard to believe: "Could it be someone who treats fighting as a means rather than an end?"

It's like finding someone in a sea of ​​people who's so much like yourself, thinking they're a kindred spirit, only to discover after getting to know them that they're actually complete strangers. In the darkness of night, Yujiro Hanma was struck by the lament, "I offered my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the gutter..."

"Ye Huayin, if you are this kind of person... your purity is too low."

"Purity? Is it even useful?" Hanon found Yujiro Hanma to be eccentric. She was doing just fine, so why did she have to follow his way of thinking?

Yujiro no longer wanted to talk to her. The "big bastard" turned his resentment into a punch, slamming his intact arm against the wall of Kanon's bedroom.

"Boom..." The punch was so powerful that a large section of the wall collapsed, and the loud noise woke everyone up.

However, when Takakaze Kirito and the old butler led a group of security guards into the house, they only saw Kanon sitting on the bed with the draft blowing in, looking completely bewildered.

Sigh, we should be grateful that Yujiro didn't take his anger out on the living, but this guy really is someone who can never keep a low profile...

Author's Note: It looks like I'll only be able to write four chapters today, but there will definitely be five tomorrow. The likely pace is that I'll only be able to finish half of the fifth chapter by midnight tonight. Don't worry, I'll definitely make up for it as promised!