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"First, please make sure you truly become the strongest man in the world before we talk. Second..." Hanon hugged Miho: "As you can see, I have a lover."

"Oh, what a pity." Little Ali was used to being a playboy, and flirting with Hua Yin was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. As an American, he was used to seeing lesbians. Besides, respecting different orientations is politically correct in the United States, but it's not something you can say: "Such a beautiful girl, and she actually likes girls. What a twist of fate."

After saying that, he shook his hand and entered Bailin Temple.

Watching Ali's retreating figure, Miho continued whispering to Kanon, "That guy is really reckless... but he doesn't seem like a bad person."

"I could tell, so I didn't get angry." Hanon shrugged. "Alright, let's go in and cheer him on."

"Huh? You're cheering him on?" Miho suddenly felt a little nervous: "Kanon, you don't actually have feelings for him, do you?"

"No way..." Kanon tapped Mihono's little head with her finger: "Even on the day the world ends, I will still love you~" She also looked at Ali's back: "I cheered him on because if he can't even pass the trial, he won't be able to go to the Grand Tournament. In that case... how can I teach him a lesson?"

Hehehe, who said Kanon isn't angry?

Author's Note: After some thought, since Baki and Kozue have disappeared from the Grand Raitai Tournament storyline, perhaps Arisa's melodramatic romance will leave a trace... but only a trace, of course. Let's cheer for Arisa!

Sorry this chapter is late, but I hope it won't be late in the next one.

Section 670, Chapter 663: Ali - Pig Hunting State

Little Ali walks incredibly fast. By the time Huayin and the others finally arrived at the martial arts hall, he had already put on his boxing gloves and was facing off against his opponent.

The monk that Bailin Temple sent out to spar with Xiao Ali was a tall and imposing figure, not much inferior to Xiao Ali, and even with greater muscle mass.

"That's my senior brother, also a foreign king," Liehaiwang said as he walked over to Huayin.

Hanon remained noncommittal, saying that the martial arts province was teeming with powerful men, and foreign men were everywhere. Facing the successor of Muhammad Ali, the foreign men were already the bare minimum of fighting strength.

“If the Grand Tournament had been held thirty years ago, I would have very much hoped that your father could have participated.” Liu Haiwang sat in the seat of honor, somewhat emotional. “Now… you may begin.”

At the command of the monks beside them, the two immediately began fighting, and Little Ali swung his fist at them—

"His punches are so fast?" Hana raised an eyebrow. After "super hearing", Xiao Ali showed "super attack speed". Before Hana could even throw a punch, his opponent was down... Well, it's not that Xiao Ali's speed was so fast that Hana couldn't see it, but that his opponent had decided to use this stance from the beginning.

"You're quite familiar with this pose, aren't you?" Liu Haiwang leaned back slightly, unable to suppress his laughter. "In 1976, at the Tokyo Mixed Martial Arts Invitational Tournament, your father fought against the wrestler Kanji Inogari, who was at the peak of his career. Inogari faced him in this pose the entire time, and even when your father cursed him for an hour, he wouldn't get up. In the end, the match had to end in a draw."

Liu Haiwang shook his head: "In short, according to the rules of boxing, your father was completely helpless against this stance. Later, it was called the 'Ali-Pig Hunting Stance,' considered an insurmountable barrier for boxers. It was after that fight that I lost the desire to fight Ali. After all, I was just a boxer..."

"Oh, is that so?" Seeing the helpless expression on Xiao Ali's face, Hanon felt quite relieved: "That Uncle Inugami pulled this stunt when he was young, he's quite the player!"

This stance isn't just about lying on the ground and faking it; it involves keeping both feet facing the opponent, using the advantage of leg length over arm length to limit the opponent's attack range. A boxer who tries to force their way in will only be repeatedly kicked and stomped on, and even getting slightly close will result in attacks to the legs—Inugari famously used this technique to kick and punch Ali for a full fifteen rounds, leaving Ali's calves swollen like small mountains after the match. Furthermore, even if a boxer manages to force their way between their opponent's legs despite the attacks, the fight will quickly devolve into a combination of techniques, which remains a weakness for boxers.

For three or four decades after the "Ali-Pig Hunting State" was introduced, there was no perfect solution under boxing rules, and even in the field of kickboxing, although some solutions were proposed, none of them could achieve a 100% success rate.

"If I were in Ali's shoes..." Hana pondered for a moment, "It seems there's no real solution. I could only charge in with 'Indestructible Vajra' and fight on the ground. If I didn't wear gloves, I could use 'Finger Razor' and 'Rakshasa Palm' to directly destroy the flesh. If there were no restrictions on boxing rules, I could keep kicking the opponent's joints with my roundhouse kicks, and even circle around him to confuse him... If you think about it that way, it seems like there are quite a few options?"

Indeed, in the end, it all comes down to the difference in strength between the two sides; appearances are not a panacea.

Little Ali looked at the monk Yang Wang in his "Ali-Boar Hunting State" for a moment, then exhaled and spread his hands: "You people, don't believe everything you hear. Everyone wants to put on this pose when they see me, even Yujiro Hanma can't resist."

"What! Yujiro Hanma?" Liu Haiwang's expression turned serious: "You've met him?"

“Before coming to China, I went to Japan first. After all, Mr. Hanma is a good friend of my father, and he was the one who told me about this grand tournament.” Xiao Ali said, “Mr. Hanma also used this posture to test me, but unfortunately he didn’t know that fighting skills are the techniques for the weak to protect themselves from the strong. When the strong choose to lie down, then the weak’s fighting skills have already succeeded. When I turned around and left, Hanma Yujiro couldn’t do anything to me.”

Liu Haiwang stroked his short, snow-white beard: "So you're going to run away?"

"No, no, no, that would mean losing a spot in the grand tournament~" Little Ali chuckled, his composure quite admirable: "Given the current situation, I have no choice but to fight. However, both the Chinese Martial Arts Province and Mr. Hanma Yujiro have overlooked one thing..."

Little Ali crouched down and slowly approached the foreign king. The foreign king naturally raised his leg to kick him, but his usually infallible attacks missed every time. Little Ali's body swayed rapidly, and he skillfully dodged every kick!

"Wow, high level, high level!" Hua Yin exclaimed repeatedly. This little Ali is amazing. Although dodging by swaying his body is a basic skill for boxers, and Muhammad Ali is famous all over the world for it, the level that little Ali is showing now is still enough to shock even the top-level masters. He wants to participate in the Grand Tournament not only because of the old boxing champion's reputation, but because he has quite a knack for it.

While dodging, Little Ali also moved forward, and before he knew it, he was completely facing the foreign king. With two "slap" sounds, he slapped away the foreign king's kick with his fists, and then struck the foreign king with a lightning-fast jab.

"Ouch—" Yang Wang howled in pain, leaping into the air. His expression was no longer relaxed, and his gaze towards Little Ali became much more serious, even carrying a hint of fear.

Little Ali laughed heartily: "I knew it! It's better to fight standing up."

A fraction of a second after he finished speaking, his gloved fist struck the monk Yang Wang in the face. "Bang!" Blood gushed from his nose, and Yang Wang was sent flying against the wall. He was still conscious, but this was the beginning of a tragedy—Little Ali followed up closely, his fast and heavy punches never missing Yang Wang's head. Soon, his teeth and blood were flying everywhere.

"What you're overlooking is that I'm stronger than my father!" After finishing his combo, Little Ali knew without even looking that his opponent was unconscious. He turned around and walked straight into the crowd: "Who can help me take off my gloves?"

Incidentally, Ali winked at Kanon, giving her a flirtatious look, which made Kanon shudder: "Ew—disgusting!"

Little Ali is like one of those arrogant second-generation protagonists, his imposing aura almost blinding. He's capable, proud, and not a bad person, but he's just impossible to like…

In short, after Yujiro Hanma, Muhammad Ali II has also joined the fray, and the once-in-a-century grand tournament of the Chinese Martial Arts Province is about to begin. The lineup for this competition is quite strong!

Author's note: Sorry I'm late again. I could have written earlier, but I've been following the drama unfolding lately. The reshuffling of top management at Yuewen is really giving me a headache. I'm uncertain about the future of the industry and myself...

Section 671, Chapter 664: Seeking Land and Inquiring About Housing, Martial Arts Victory is Predestined

The grand tournament was to be held in three days. During these three days, Hanon accompanied Miho to explore the local area. The northern scenery, with its thousands of miles of ice and snow, was truly a beautiful sight. Moreover, Heilongjiang has always been rich in ice sports, including dog sledding, ice sledding, skiing, ice skating, ice spinning tops, ice lanterns, ice slides... Before the competition even started, Hanon was already exhausted from playing!

Three days later, the group flew directly to Hong Kong.

"It's so hot..." In the blink of an eye, the temperature has dropped from minus ten degrees to twenty degrees Celsius. The climate change is so great that it's hard to get used to.

Therefore, the Martial Arts Province specially arranged for someone to pick everyone up at the airport and take them directly to the hotel to rest. Oh, speaking of the person who picked them up, Hua Yin thought of that Mongolian guy who had tricked her twice before. His name was... well, it was too long for Hua Yin to remember. Anyway, he didn't show up this time, which meant that the Grand Tournament should be safe.

"There's no mole, so you can check in with peace of mind~" Hanon reassured everyone, telling them to relax before the competition.

“Sigh, young people these days are so heartless.” Just as everyone was walking towards their hotel rooms, the old man’s voice came from behind: “The person whose name you can’t remember is called Suril and Kebar Erdun Ochir.

"That's why I said, who could possibly remember this name!" Hua Yin rolled her eyes, then turned around and saw Guo Haihuang: "Grandpa, you're here too!"

Guo Haihuang was still the same as before, his thin and withered body sitting in a wheelchair, as if walking would exhaust his last bit of energy. However, his mental state was actually quite good: "When people get older, remembering names like these can help prevent dementia."

More than half a year later, the old man and the young man, who had a good relationship, met again. Hua Yin naturally pushed Guo Haihuang's wheelchair, and the two went for a walk in the hotel's backyard.

Although it's just the hotel's backyard, Wushu Province has rented one of the most luxurious ones in Hong Kong. The backyard is nestled against the mountain and by the sea, with a gentle breeze blowing and stunning scenery that is truly breathtaking. Standing on the high platform overlooking the sea, you feel like you have the world at your fingertips.

In fact, given Hanon and Guo Haihuang's status and strength, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they "have the world at their fingertips."

"The Kuaishou app is doing well, and Shunshui Logistics is also thriving." Guo Haihuang didn't mention martial arts at all, but instead talked about business.

Since the old man wanted to bring this up, Huayin had no choice but to continue the conversation: "My judgment is still pretty good. These projects all have great potential for the future. In addition, I've been considering a project called 'Pay Jun' and 'Hua Ya' these past few days. Are you interested in expanding them domestically?"

"Of course I'm interested," Guo Haihuang laughed. "The more soldiers Han Xin commands, the better!"

The two continued walking, and Guo Haihuang said again, "These projects are now mainly managed by my youngest son, Chuncheng. You've met him before."

"We've not only met, we've even fought each other."

"Yes, you completely destroyed his confidence, and he can't continue on the path of martial arts."

"Sigh, it was clearly you who set me up to do this, but in the end, you were the one who personally told him to leave the martial arts world..."

"That's true, and I have no regrets. In less than a year, Chuncheng has become a well-known IT elite in the country."

"That's good."

"..."

"..."

"……Have you got a meal yet?"

"Grandpa," Huayin looked at the vast sea and finally couldn't help but ask, "You really came here just to chat with me about everyday things?"

Hanon had been waiting for Guo Haihuang to ask her about her research on the topic of "eliminating force against eliminating force," or to talk about Hanma Yujiro's participation in the Grand Tournament, or at least about people like Xiao Ali, Liu Haiwang, and Retsu Haiwang! But Guo Haihuang just wouldn't mention any of these things.

When Huayin complained, Guo Haihuang only said, "What an impatient little girl!" Then he fell silent, staring at the sea in silence.

After a long while, just as Hanon was about to complain, "Are you testing my patience?", Guo Haihuang finally spoke. This martial arts master actually showed a hint of fatigue and said quietly, "I am already 146 years old... This time, Hanma Yujiro is participating in the Grand Tournament, and I may have a fierce battle with him."

Hua Yin was taken aback. She suddenly realized that Guo Haihuang might have been giving his last instructions.

"And you too." Guo Haihuang turned back and looked at Hanon again: "I can tell without asking that your skills have improved a lot since the 'BIG' Grand Prix. There are also rumors that you and Yujiro Hanma were evenly matched. I guess you've solved the 'energy dissipation against energy dissipation' problem I left you, right?"

"The waves surge and the new wave always pushes the old one aside." Guo Haihuang turned his gaze to the sea again: "Seeking land and asking about houses, I'm ashamed to face Liu Lang's talent... Now I can also seek land and ask about houses."

...Hana was speechless. Guo Haihuang was so old, he had lived more than three times longer than Hana in two lifetimes combined. Now the Grand Tournament was about to begin, with powerful enemies like Hanma Yujiro and Hana pressing in. Haihuang's century-old reputation was in jeopardy. Perhaps Guo Haihuang had already sensed an ominous aura.

As one of the two major threats, Hana was powerless to change these things, nor could she withdraw from the conference. She could only silently push Guo Haihuang's wheelchair, the old man and the young woman who had a bond of passing on their skills, watching the waves crash together.

"If we really meet in the grand tournament, the little girl will unconsciously hold back..." Hua Yin sighed, but Guo Haihuang thought to himself, "Psychological tactics are also a part of martial arts. Consider this a lesson I've given you, little Hua Yin. If you lose, it will be a victory for martial arts."

Ahem, Guo Haihuang, your plan is in place!

That afternoon, the once-in-a-century grand competition was held.

The competition was held in an ancient Roman-style arena, reportedly designed by someone from the Martial Arts Province, incorporating the story of ancient Chinese martial artists traveling to Rome on the "Path of the Dragon" to challenge the arena champions. Because it was a once-in-a-century event, the arena was packed with people, possibly thousands or even tens of thousands, mostly from the Martial Arts Province, including foreign dignitaries from various regions, Martial Arts Province staff, suppliers, and their relatives. These spectators were shouting and cheering, awaiting the appearance of the Sea Kings.

After sending Mihono, Hitomi, and Adam to the stands, Kanon went straight backstage. All the participants in the Grand Tournament were there, each one a top-tier fighter. The atmosphere was very tense, and even Yujiro Hanma seemed quiet and didn't say much.

"Ah, it's Uncle Long!" Hana spotted Long Shuwen at first glance. It seems that Long Shuwen's injury from the "BIG" Grand Prix has healed and he has been brought in by Guo Haihuang to make up the numbers. With Yujiro and Xiao Ali added, there are sixteen players in total, making it easy to form groups.

However, there were actually seventeen people backstage, and Hanon quickly spotted two familiar faces: Dorian, also known as the Angry Sea King, was dumbfounded to find that he had also come! And the person standing next to him was none other than Oliva?

Author's Note: It's so late today, and I'm still just eating gossip. Sigh, I don't know what the future holds. This feeling is just...sucks.

Section 672, Chapter 665: The Opening Ceremony

"Uncle, it's been so long, and you still haven't gone back to America?" Hana asked, taking the initiative to strike up a conversation with Oliva.

"It's Miss Ye, or should I call you Ye Haiwang here?" Oliver was as cheerful as ever: "I've been back to America, and now I'm back. You know about Dorian's situation. He needs someone to accompany him to this conference, and that person is naturally me."

"But he shouldn't have participated in the competition!" Hanon scratched her head. "It's not that he's stupid, it's that he's a death row inmate..."

Oliva grinned, revealing a row of white teeth: "Oh, wouldn't it be a shame to miss such a once-in-a-century event? I'd feel sorry for him! Actually, I arranged for him to come to China this time~ As for the death row inmate issue, he's mentally impaired, so he's not sentenced to death." He even winked after saying that.

So that's how it is. Being mentally unstable can help you avoid punishment. That's really something...

Hanon remained silent, waved her hand, and stepped aside. Oliva then exchanged a glance with Hanma Yujiro, and they both smiled: "Mr. Hanma, you're here too. You look quite energetic."

"You too." Yujiro Hanma was in a good mood and could even joke with Oliva. The two were obviously old acquaintances. It's true what they say, life is full of unexpected encounters!

Huayin looked around. In fact, she knew most of the people participating in the competition today, and had even had close exchanges with them. Among the sea kings from all over the country, there were only three people she had not met: Chen Haiwang, Yang Haiwang, and Chu Haiwang.

A person's social circle often determines their experiences, and a person's experiences, in turn, expand their social circle. Kanon's former teammate, "Eyeshield 21" Sena Kobayakawa, went to the United States for training after the previous Junior American Football World Cup. I heard that after the arduous training, he lamented, "I feel like all I have left in life is running." Kanon is in a similar situation now; her life has become one battle after another... What happened to enjoying life?