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"Come back quickly!" Miho pulled Kanon back into the cabin. "The temperature outside is close to minus twenty degrees Celsius. We flew here from Tokyo where it was still above freezing. You need to wear more layers. Honestly, you're so reckless just because you're a martial artist."

"Yes, yes, my wife is right~" Huayin was in a good mood. The air in Heilongjiang in winter was icy cold and very cold, but it was refreshing to breathe in and gave people a sense of "it is good to be alive".

Nearly two years have passed since she arrived in this world. Now, Hanon is beautiful, rich, and possesses incredible martial arts skills. Even in her female form, she has no shortage of girlfriends, and her life is incredibly comfortable! Recently, she recovered from her injuries, dealt with the five death row inmates, returned to the Mud Gate to attend classes diligently, caught up with her studies, and also avenged Mr. Yuan Yuan. Everything is going smoothly for her. This trip back to the country is for the upcoming Sea King Battle. She is eagerly anticipating her duel with Guo Haihuang. It has been over half a year since she last met the old master, and she has completed a large part of the "how to control and dissipate power" task he left her. Considering all these factors, Hanon can be said to be at her peak!

"Give me a kiss~" Excitedly, Kanon hugged Miho and kissed her deeply. Seeing this, Mishima Hitomi's face turned red. Adam reached out and covered her eyes: "Miss, Boss, what you are doing is a very bad influence on teenagers!"

Kanon didn't care and gave Miho a deep kiss until she was breathless and her eyes became hazy... Then Kanon let go of her: "Okay, someone is here to pick us up. It's so cold, don't keep everyone waiting."

Ahem, if Mr. Hara, a shut-in, saw Kanon and Miho kissing, he would probably be even more devastated. In the end, he still didn't understand Kanon's surname, her family background, or her sexual orientation... As a stalker with unrequited love, he's such a failure.

Later, when they got off the plane, Hitomi was still discussing this with Kanon: "I recently met someone who was driven to the death of his parents by the yakuza who were chasing him for debts, and then he sought revenge on the yakuza. I asked the Ashikawa Group and some friends in the political and business circles for help, and they helped him resolve the issue... It seems that the usury problem in Japan is particularly serious these days."

Emmm, speaking of which, Hitomi and Kanon are becoming more and more alike. She also has incredible connections, from the underworld to politics, business, and even the police force. Even in terms of fighting ability, while she doesn't possess Kanon's phenomenal combat prowess, she has received proper mercenary training and is exceptionally skilled at shooting, even better than Kanon. This is probably a major reason why Kanon and Hitomi have always had a pleasant working relationship.

"Sigh, modern people love to overspend, spending tomorrow's money today and living on debt. It's not new, and it can even give rise to... um..." Hana said, then fell into deep thought.

Does this new world still lack electronic payment options?

So after Kanon and her group got into the car that came to pick them up, Kanon told Miho and Hitomi about her idea: "How about we start a 'Payment Master' thing, and then add a 'Flower' lending function? Oh, this involves QR codes. I don't know if they've been invented yet. I haven't paid attention to them before. It seems that they're not widely used..."

Like a gentle breeze stirring up a ripple, the reclusive Mr. Yuan Yuan had no idea the immense business empire he was nurturing. Of course, it would be several years before "Payment King" and "HuaYa" grew into world-class financial behemoths. By then, he'd be working at a convenience store, and he'd be intimately familiar with all of this.

Well, this is just a side story in Kanon's life. In this life, she doesn't have to worry about money at all. These business ideas are just something she does on the side to make life more convenient and to add some variety. Life can't be just about fighting!

Sure enough, after getting off the car, she saw the familiar Retsu Kaioh. Overjoyed, the atmosphere of battle returned to Kanon's world.

"This is Bailin Temple in Heilongjiang Province. It is where I have been practicing since I was a child, and it is also an important town in the Northern Martial Arts Province." Lie Haiwang led a few people inside: "Since you, Huayin, became the Sea King, the Martial Arts Province has changed. The original three elders have been dismissed one after another, and three new people, Zhou, Wu, and Zheng, have taken charge of the North, Central and South branches."

"Hey, it's not like I got rid of those three. They were the ones who held their positions for so long without doing anything, which angered Guo Haihuang." Huayin scratched her head. "Also, Zhou, Wu, Zheng, Wang, isn't that based on the Hundred Family Surnames? What a coincidence!"

Lie Haiwang blushed: "To be honest, Guo Haihuang was just randomly chosen according to the Hundred Family Surnames."

Wow! How casual!

"Guo Haihuang believes that the Martial Arts Province previously focused too much on administration and neglected the martial artists' own training, which was putting the cart before the horse. Therefore, he replaced them with newcomers who had no influence in order to suppress the power of administration and encourage martial artists to take the lead," Lie Haiwang explained. It was clear that he quite approved of Guo Haihuang's decision. "The Martial Arts Province has not been so fragmented or so united in a long time. Now, the provinces with Haiwangs are governed by Haiwangs, while the other regions are managed by the Martial Arts Province in cooperation with the powerful Yangwangs. At the same time, the strongest martial artists are stationed in the North, Central, and South respectively. The North is led by my mentor, Liu Haiwang, and the headquarters is personally led by Guo Haihuang. The leader of the Southern Martial Arts Province is Li Haiwang... If you, Ye Haiwang, were to be stationed in the country, then it would be the perfect position for you."

"Forget it, I find it too much trouble." Hua Yinqi said, "It's not impossible to hand over the Southern Martial Arts Province to Li Haiwang, but his brother Fan Haiwang..."

“He was greatly affected after being defeated by you. He went out to cultivate and his whereabouts are uncertain. The information for this Sea King Tournament was sent back in advance that he would withdraw and not participate.” Lie Haiwang said, “So one of the original twelve Sea Kings is missing, but Ye Haiwang has been added to fill the gap. There are still twelve people competing with Guo Haihuang for the title of Sea King.”

Hua Yin blinked: "So here's the problem, how do we group the thirteen people? Even if we remove Guo Haihuang, it won't be easy for the remaining twelve to compete in the elimination rounds, right?"

“Not thirteen people.” Suddenly, a very strong figure appeared in front of everyone, standing tall and imposing. Lie Haiwang quickly introduced, “This is my mentor, Liu Haiwang, who is known as the ‘God of Fists’.”

Before Hanon could even pay her respects, Liu Haiwang spoke first: "An extraordinary man, known as 'the world's strongest creature,' Hanma Yujiro, has also announced that he will be participating in the competition."

Ah, in a person's life, one cannot escape consumption, taxes, death, or even Yujiro Hanma.

Author's Note: It's late again... *sobs*

Section 668, Chapter 661: Chinese Martial Arts Will Achieve a Great Victory

"Hey, hey, Hanon, that young man who just served the dishes was so handsome!"

Miho was probably visiting China for the first time, so she was filled with a sense of novelty about many things, even if they weren't particularly special.

For example, the staff member from the martial arts province who brought the dishes might be handsome or even dashing, but come on, you're a successful and established businessman, managing a multi-billion dollar business, with thousands of people depending on you for their livelihood. Haven't you ever seen this before? Can't you be a little more reserved...?

Besides, with Kanon, your proper boyfriend, uh, girlfriend, uh, partner, right beside you, can you please stop being a fangirl?

Very rarely, Hana pouted, she was jealous... The waiter serving the dishes was indeed quite handsome.

"Hahaha..." Then a burst of hearty laughter broke the awkwardness, or rather, pushed things to an even more awkward situation. It was "Fist God" Liu Haiwang, the host of the banquet, who invited everyone to eat. Since Hanon, Miho, and Kotomi did not drink alcohol, Liu Haiwang had been drinking heavily with Adam. When he saw Hanon's condition, he stopped drinking: "Ye Haiwang is such a hero, yet he still retains the heart of a child. Acting like this, so childish, is quite interesting."

"Uh... I am a minor." Huayin thought the old man might be a little drunk, but she only thought about it once in her mind. On the surface, she still used the most effective trick of a junior to an elder—a silent and shy smile at him, and changed the subject.

Similarly, when they first met, Liu Haiwang said, "Yujiro Hanma will also be participating, so there won't be any problem with grouping." Hanon could only keep her thoughts to herself: "With fourteen people, wouldn't it be just as difficult to group them?"

However, Liu Haiwang was far too imposing, and since they weren't familiar with each other, Hana didn't dare speak carelessly to him. This Liu Haiwang was said to be over a hundred years old, yet his body was still at its peak; his muscles bulged and his rigid strength seemed about to burst forth from within, completely different from the old martial artists Hana had seen before. Guo Haihuang, Shibukawa Gangqi, Grandma Mifune, and even the Aikido master's father described by Ryozo at their first meeting—all of them were the thin, even withered type… Ah, there was one like that, Spek! So it was best to be polite to Liu Haiwang; what if he was as eccentric as Spek?

Hua Yin didn't respond, but Liu Haiwang seemed to have opened a floodgate: "When I first heard about Ye Haiwang's deeds, I thought it was a rare thing that a little girl could become a sea king, comparable to Yang Miaozhen of the Southern Song Dynasty. Later, Lie told me that even he was defeated by you, which shocked me even more. I taught Lie since he was a child, and I know his strength very well. How could he lose to someone else? Hehe."

"King Retsukai is indeed a top-tier powerhouse, and I had a hard-fought victory." Hanon replied while remaining wary: "Old Fist God, are you planning to challenge me?"

"I really want to spar with you... but not now. I hope we can be paired together in the grand tournament a few days from now." Liu Haiwang denied Hanon's idea and then asked, "Tell me about that Hanma Yujiro. I've heard so much about him, but I've never seen him. What kind of existence is this so-called 'world's strongest creature,' 'giant monster,' and 'demon'?"

"Emmm, an annoying old man?" Kanon found Yujiro Hanma extremely troublesome. She disliked such violent strongmen, even if he was the strongest enemy she had ever encountered. Kanon preferred reasonable fighters like Uncle Kuroki, who could control the force of his attacks. Even Shingoro Koyasu, the "Lion King" who had easily defeated Baki not long ago, seemed much stronger to her than Yujiro Hanma.

"Let me speak." Lie Haiwang, who was drinking with him, was a quiet man to begin with. With his master present at the meal, he became even more silent. He had been eating so much that his mouth was bulging like a hamster's. Only now did he swallow and explain for Hanon: "Hanma Yujiro is extremely strong. His participation in the competition is an unprecedented event in the glorious history of Chinese martial arts. To give an analogy... it's like us martial artists fighting against modern weapons with our bare hands."

"Hahahaha... Is that so... Is that so?" Liu Haiwang let out another hearty laugh: "Then, wasn't the result already known from the beginning?"

Lie Haiwang shared the same sentiment: "Yes, our Chinese martial arts will achieve a great victory."

Kanon was completely bewildered. Was he really that confident? The last time Chinese people used their bare hands to fight against airplanes and cannons was during the Boxer Rebellion at the end of the Qing Dynasty, and the result wasn't good... To be honest, Retsu Kaioh was indeed a top-notch fighter, but he was still inferior to Kanon. Kanon even had some trouble against Yujiro Hanma. As for Liu Kaioh, Kanon felt that he was only on par with Retsu Kaioh, and even "a disciple doesn't necessarily have to be inferior to his master." The elderly Liu Kaioh had already been surpassed by Retsu Kaioh.

"It seems that the dignity of the Chinese Martial Arts Province can only be protected by the unpredictable Guo Haihuang..." Hana didn't think about herself, because she still felt that Hanma Yujiro was too troublesome.

Watching Liu Haiwang and Lie Haiwang, master and apprentice, put down their chopsticks and sit there with their mysterious confidence, the atmosphere was really awkward... Hanon could only eat in silence and secretly drink two glasses of baijiu to clear her head and not think too much.

Night had fallen, and the welcoming banquet was drawing to a close. Just as everyone was preparing to arrange their rooms to rest, a monk suddenly ran over and whispered a few words in Liu Haiwang's ear. The old boxing god shuddered: "What did you say? Muhammad Ali... Hahaha, what a pleasant night!"

Despite drinking all night, Liu Haiwang remained perfectly composed. He abruptly stood up and addressed the crowd, "Lie, and everyone from Japan, let's go greet a powerful figure from America!"

A strongman from America... Muhammad Ali, the boxing champion?

Whether in the world before Kanon's time travel or in this new world, Ali is a god in boxing history, passionate about philanthropy, and possesses unparalleled personal strength and social prestige, hailed as the world's greatest athlete of the 20th century. In the new world, he was the ring king two or three generations before Gaolang. Even though Gaolang is known as the "God of Fighting," he can only dominate the boxing world in his own time. People might say that he and Ali are on par, but no ranking would place him ahead of Ali.

Unfortunately, even heroes grow old. By this time, Ali was already in his sixties or seventies. And even the strongest warrior cannot escape the ravages of time and disease. He suffered from Parkinson's disease, which made it difficult for him to move around or sit or lie down. The once mighty man even had difficulty speaking, which was truly heartbreaking.

So Muhammad Ali came to China? And he even visited Bailin Temple late at night—was he planning to challenge them?

No… at least not Ali himself. Standing in front of the temple gate was a young black man who looked very much like Ali in his youth, both in appearance and physique. He stood proudly before the monks, exuding an air of "Is this the highest mountain in the world?"

"Indeed, he bears a striking resemblance to Muhammad Ali!" Liu Haiwang arrived and strode out of the mosque: "You are Ali's son, Ali II?"

Author's Note: The grand arena competition is about to begin!

Section 669, Chapter 662: Let's cheer for Little Ali!

"I am Muhammad Ali." The young Black man spoke in English, making a startling statement. Was his name really Muhammad Ali?

“…Second generation.” Well, he was just panting heavily.

Or perhaps he was emphasizing his lineage; by using "second generation" in his name, he meant that he was not only a descendant of Ali, but also inherited Ali's path and glory.

The mere name, and in English at that, caused a stir among the monks of Bailin Temple who had practiced there for many years. The name of Muhammad Ali was known to martial artists and ordinary people all over the world.

Even the centenarian Liu Haiwang, who had seen and experienced much, took Xiao Ali's arrival very seriously: "What brings you here so late at night?"

"I'm very interested in the once-in-a-century martial arts tournament that the Chinese Martial Arts Province is about to host." Sure enough, most of the highly skilled martial artists coming to China at this time are involved in this tournament: "I've heard that foreign martial artists are not prohibited from participating in this grand competition?"

Liu Haiwang speaks Chinese and understands English. Little Ali speaks English and understands Chinese. Their interactions are quite interesting. The former, being over 100 years old and well-traveled, naturally understands several languages; the latter can only be explained by the elite education of a wealthy family and the cultural export of kung fu films.

Liu Haiwang nodded and said, "You're right. In principle, we do not refuse foreigners from challenging Chinese martial arts..."

Adam, standing nearby, asked curiously, "Oh, does that mean I can participate in this competition too?"

"...But it's not just anyone who will do." Liu Haiwang was also a little out of breath as he spoke.

Adam curled his lip: "Old Liu isn't nice." He had been drinking with Liu Haiwang for half the night, and their way of addressing each other had become much more intimate. After all, even someone as old as Liu Haiwang still retained a considerable amount of drinking culture.

Ignoring Adam, Liu Haiwang said to Xiao Ali, "You are the son of Mr. Muhammad Ali. If you inherit your father's strength, you will naturally be qualified to participate in the Grand Tournament."

"So you're implying I need to prove my abilities?" Little Ali didn't seem to care. "No problem, anytime." He even looked around. "Even right here."

Liu Haiwang waved his hand: "The winter nights in Heilongjiang are bitterly cold, not the way to treat guests. Please come with me, we need to conduct a public test in the inner hall."

"Oh my, not bad~" Hanon rested her chin on Miho's shoulder from behind and whispered in her ear: "After eating and drinking our fill, we can watch some excitement."

As she was speaking, she saw Xiao Ali notice them and stride towards Huayin.

"Huh? He can hear me even from this far away?" Hanon was quite surprised. Little Ali's senses were so sharp that they were no less than any expert she had ever seen. No, she was afraid that even Hanma Yujiro and Guo Haihuang did not have this ability!

Little Ali is the same height as his father, 191 centimeters. With long arms and legs, he took only a few steps to reach Kanon and Miho.

"Ah." With such an imposing martial artist approaching, Miho exclaimed softly and hid behind Kanon, who stepped forward to protect her. She asked Little Ali, "What are you going to do?"

Something completely unexpected happened. Little Ali actually took Hana's hands in his own: "You must be Miss Hana~ I've heard so much about you. My father speaks very highly of you."

"Ah! Really?" The name of Muhammad Ali was truly legendary, like a bright moon in the sky. For Hanon, it was a name she had heard of for two lifetimes. She never expected that the boxing champion had not only heard of her but also spoke highly of her... Hanon was so happy that her body went limp: "I am truly flattered."

“Miss Ye, there’s no need to be modest. Your legendary deeds have already spread widely in the fighting world. My father and Yujiro Hanma are somewhat acquainted. After learning that you fought to a draw with that strongman, he found all the videos about you to watch…”

Xiao Ali's statement is only half true. In the inner world, every fighter knows Hanon, but very few in the outer world even notice her. Even those who have heard of her treat it as a boring urban legend—like NBA players who train during the day, play at night, and deal with a mountain of daily life chores. In that system, they simply don't have time to think about anything else until they've had their fill of fun and relaxation during the off-season, and then a tabloid reporter suddenly asks them, "Do you know a streetball queen from somewhere? She claims to have unparalleled skills, even the strongest player of our time, Dou Dizhu, lost to her. Yes, she's a woman… Do you think professional players would believe such a thing?"

Xiao Ali praised Hanako a couple of times, but it was just casual talk; it was all for the sake of what followed—not a challenge, but…

"So please go out with me!"

"……What?"

I said, "Please go out with me."

Kanon then turned to Mieko, who was equally bewildered, and asked, "Did I hear that right?"

She didn't say what she heard, but actually she didn't need to, because Mieko heard the same thing: "He said he wanted you to date him..."

Hanon turned her head expressionlessly and asked Xiao Ali again, "Why?"

“You are the strongest woman in the world, and I am the strongest man in the world~” Little Ali’s tone was full of confidence and self-righteousness: “Our union is the fusion of the strongest bloodlines, and our offspring will undoubtedly become geniuses in human history!”

"I think it's more like an oddball." Unexpectedly, Hana didn't get angry or lose her temper. She even smiled and said to Xiao Ali in a normal tone, "Please allow me to refuse."

"Why? Why?" Little Ali was shocked. With his status and strength, he should have been able to easily pick up girls in America.