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The car slowly came to a stop in the parking lot of Tokyo Dome. It was already late, and there were hardly any other customers. The huge parking lot was empty except for Hana and her group.

"Oh dear, I'm over seventy years old, not a young man anymore, I can't take this kind of hardship." Shibukawa was the first to jump out of the car, stretching his legs. He had been driving all the way from Kanagawa Prefecture with four people in the back seat, which had made the old man quite uncomfortable.

Next, Kanon and Retsu Kaioh also got out of the car.

He put Hao Angsheng aside—Hao Angsheng still hadn't woken up, it had been over an hour! But seeing that his breathing was steady and he was sleeping soundly, his life should be fine. Maybe Jack and Yingchu had been working on it for months and had given Jack some powerful anesthesia skills.

In short, even putting aside Hao Angsheng, Kaiya also needed to get off the bus... He found himself unable to get off: "Huh? I... I can't feel my legs..."

It's normal to feel numb from sitting for a long time, but it's not normal for a super-adaptable powerhouse like Kaiya to experience this. Kanon and Retsu Kaioh exchanged a glance, both feeling something was off. Retsu Kaioh suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh no! Shibukawa-sensei is trying to run away!"

Turning his head, he saw that Shibukawa's fierce spirit had indeed vanished. This old man, though old in years, was still young at heart, and his competitive spirit remained strong. During the journey, he casually arranged for Kaiya beside him to have his blood circulation restricted, while he himself went straight to the arena after getting off the car to seize first place in this unconventional speed race.

"Damn it, I'll chase after him—" Retsukai-oh disregarded everything else and took off running to catch up with Shibukawa Takeki. Kanon walked over to Kaia and gave him a few massages: "Are you feeling better?"

Hanon's technique was very skillful; by pushing the blood through the uterus, Kaiya's legs immediately recovered: "Impressive! Miss Ye, you even know massage?"

"I know a little bit, I know a little bit." This was a byproduct of Hua Yin's discussion with Guo Haihuang about multiple power generation techniques after the Grand Tournament. After only one night of learning, Hua Yin's understanding of blood and qi acupoints had improved a lot. Just like when she was learning "power dissipation" in the past, she thought, "If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die content in the evening." As long as she understood the way of martial arts and the principles of boxing, all that was left was to practice hard.

Upon regaining consciousness, Kaiya sighed, "Speaking of which, Shibukawa-sensei is really something. I didn't even realize he had tampered with me... Sigh, with strong people like Miss Ye, Retsu Kaioh, and Shibukawa-sensei targeting Pikachu, it really doesn't matter whether I fight him or not."

Kaiya was a little frustrated.

"Since we're already at the Dome, let's just wait in line. At worst, we won't fight Pikachu," Hanon encouraged Kaiya, pulling him towards the arena. But as they walked, she entrusted Kaiya with a task: "What a coincidence that we met! Brother Kaiya, I'd like to ask you to go to China and help me investigate a sect called 'Superhuman Fist Technique'..."

Kanon now knows many intelligence talents. Originally, she wanted to entrust the investigation of that "Superhuman Fist Technique" to City Hunter, but now it's the same to hand it over to Kaeya.

By the time Kanon and Kaeya arrived at the arena, Retsu Kaioh and Shibukawa Goki were already there.

"Oh dear, I'm over seventy years old, not a young man anymore, I can't take this kind of torment." Shibukawa said the same line again, but this time he was much more sincere. He really couldn't outrun Retsukai-oh just now, even though he had a head start, he was still overtaken.

Overtaking Shibukawa required considerable effort from Retsukai-oh, leaving him drenched in sweat. He simply took off his shirt and stood shirtless in the arena. His expression was one of satisfaction and composure; in the near future, he would have the opportunity to challenge Pike here—before everyone else.

Hanon rarely saw Retsukai so happy, and sincerely applauded him: "Congratulations, Brother Retsu."

King Lie Hai returned the greeting: "Thanks to Emperor Ye Hai's help."

"...Brother Lie, be careful!" After hesitating for a moment, Huayin still decided to warn Lie Haiwang, even though Lie Haiwang might already be mentally prepared.

"I know."

"you do not know."

Huayin raised her right hand, and the others then noticed a dried bloodstain on her hand, running down from the tip of her index finger and across most of her arm.

Upon closer inspection, it turns out that Hana's index fingernail was split open; that must have hurt a lot...

"Ye Haihuang, what are you doing...?"

“Pike, Pike, with thick skin and tough flesh, is no ordinary person.” Huayin sighed softly, “Just now, in the smoke, I stole a move from Pike.”

"What?" Retsu Kaioh, Shibukawa Goki, and Kaiya were all taken aback. They had all witnessed Kanon's attack, but none of them had noticed that she had made a move against Pikachu. If she had attacked the three of them under the cover of the smoke bomb, none of them would have survived a single blow... So, without realizing it, Kanon had become this powerful?

Although Kanon's mind wasn't really on Pike right now, everyone's attention was focused on this caveman tonight, which inevitably aroused Kanon's curiosity. With that curiosity, before rushing out to take down the American soldier after the smoke grenade was fired, Kanon casually made a "finger razor" cut on Pike to test his strength.

The result was that Pi Ke was unharmed, but Hana's fingernail broke off.

"That's not all." Hanon recalled the scene just now: "That guy's eyes followed me, which means he has excellent reflexes. Once he really starts fighting, his speed will definitely be amazing. Not to mention, just by looking at his appearance, he is full of strength. He must be a complete physical warrior."

After exchanging only one move, Huayin concluded about Pike: "So, Pike's strength, speed, and stamina are all at the peak level I have ever seen in my life. I have seen quite a few martial artists, and if I may be frank, Brother Lie, you most likely won't be able to break through his defense, and the result of not breaking through his defense is... certain defeat."

"I see..." As the "Sea Queen," Hanon's words were something that Lie Haiwang had to seriously consider, even if he didn't think so.

However, Retsu Kaioh did prepare himself mentally; he heeded Kanon's warning but did not lose heart.

With his hands on Huayin's shoulders, Lie Haiwang said very seriously, "Please rest assured, Ye Haihuang, you are the one representing Chinese martial arts now, not me. I am just a inheritor and practitioner of Chinese martial arts, and I want to use what I have learned in my life to verify each other with Pike, a strongman who came to the present world from ancient times!"

"Cough..." Hua Yin coughed for a while. What Lie Haiwang meant was that even if he lost, it didn't mean that Chinese martial arts had been defeated. With Hua Yin as a backup, as long as she didn't lose, the divine skills of China would still be invincible!

"You guys are all so good at putting pressure on me..." Hanon sighed, still feeling the headache coming on from the supernatural provocation of "Superman Fist Technique," when Retsu Kaioh subtly put Pikachu under her control again: "Anyway, good luck, goodbye, no need to see me off."

Guo Haihuang's words echoed in Hua Yin's ears: "The road ahead will be a series of mountains, one step at a time..."

Author's Note: I apologize. I've been discussing things with my girlfriend since this afternoon, and I'm feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I can only manage two updates this day. Any more would be sloppy and irresponsible to my readers. I'll try to get back into shape tomorrow, which also happens to be a new week.

The Superman Fist storyline won't last long; it might end tomorrow, followed by the Peko arc. The superpower story is setting the stage for future plot developments.

Section 732, Chapter 724: Hello, Baldy

A passenger plane flying from China to Japan slowly landed on the runway at Tokyo Airport. Passengers began to stow their tray tables, turn on their phones again, and prepare for a new journey.

"Bald guy, we're almost there!" The pretty young girl leaned against the window and said this to the monk sitting next to her. The girl smiled charmingly, but her way of addressing the monk was a bit impolite.

“My name is Wang Liaojie, Lord Ma’ao. You can call me ‘Brother Wang’ or even ‘Old Wang’. This ‘Bald Guy’ just feels really strange.”

"Okay, Baldy, I'll definitely go next time."

"...Never mind, whatever." The bald man sighed softly, tacitly acknowledging the title. This was not only because Mao held a prestigious position within their "Superman Fist" sect, but also because with a formidable enemy at hand, he had no time to argue with Mao about this.

It all started when he met Ma'ao: his name was Wang Liaojie, the eldest disciple of the "Superman Fist" generation. Although the name "Superman Fist" was strange, it was a martial arts school with a history of hundreds of years. Legend has it that the founder was Zhou Dian, an immortal from the early Ming Dynasty, who usually practiced in temples, emphasizing the tempering of internal strength, spirit, and mind, and pursuing the goal of surpassing ordinary people and becoming a "superman". It is said that martial artists who have reached the superman realm can burst their clothes when they exert force, can split the earth with a wave of their hand, and can even suppress their opponents with their aura... Of course, Baldy has never seen a real person. In the history of the school, only a handful of people have claimed to have reached this level. Its legend has been passed down by word of mouth, inspiring later generations to continue to strive.

Baldy had held this belief since childhood, diligently honing his martial arts skills. However, "Superman Fist" emphasized mental cultivation, neglecting external martial arts training. After more than ten years of practice, he remained only at the level of an ordinary martial artist, inevitably feeling somewhat disheartened. Then, this summer, an orphan girl named "Ma'ao" wandered to Fujian and was adopted and cared for by "Superman Fist." Later, everyone discovered that Ma'ao was actually a martial arts prodigy, a once-in-a-century, no, once-in-a-millennium talent! As if her Ren and Du meridians were naturally opened, her internal energy cultivation had reached a state of perfection, enabling her to do many incredible things. "Superman Fist" then began to expand under Ma'ao's name, growing from a small sect of dozens of people, mostly ordinary monks, in just a few months into a large group with two branch academies and thousands of disciples. Even as the group set off, a third branch was already in preparation.

Mao even defeated the Sea King of the Martial Arts Province in a martial arts tournament! He even won against two more in a row!

The rapid spread of "Superman Boxing" was not unrelated to this great victory, but it also sowed the seeds of crisis. The Chinese Martial Arts Province has a history of thousands of years, with many masters and profound knowledge. Above "Sea King" there is "Sea Emperor". When the former was defeated, the latter naturally had to step forward to support it. The Martial Arts Province immediately proposed a rematch with "Superman Boxing".

Legend has it that the new Ye Haihuang is also a beautiful young woman, but her martial arts skills have reached the pinnacle. The various legends are so amazing that it's as if the "Superman" in the ideal "Superman Fist" has descended to earth!

Ye Haihuang and Lord Ma'ao are bound to have a fierce battle! Unfortunately, Baldy's strength is mediocre. He was easily defeated when he put up a little resistance in his previous fight with Fujian Shaolin, let alone a battle involving the "Sea King" and "Sea Emperor" levels. All he can do is take care of Ma'ao and ensure that she can successfully fight Ye Haihuang.

The original argument from the Martial Arts Department was that although Ye Haihuang resided in Japan, China and Japan were neighbors, and he could return to China to compete at any time. "Superman Boxing" was naturally happy to have another match on home soil. If Ma Ao defeated his opponent, "Superman Boxing" could not only open ten or a hundred more branches, but it was even possible that it would directly replace the Martial Arts Department and become the orthodox school of Chinese martial arts!

But just two days ago, the situation changed drastically. Ye Haihuang suddenly sent out a message saying that he had something urgent to attend to and could not leave Japan. He invited "Superman Fist" to Japan for an exchange, and the master of "Superman Fist" actually agreed.

"Master! I don't understand, why did you agree?" After learning that his master had actually agreed to Ye Haihuang's request, Baldy argued with him, "This is obviously a trap! Even if there is no conspiracy, 'Superman Fist' is unfamiliar with Japan, which is equivalent to entering the other side's home ground. Wouldn't we be at their mercy at every step? It will affect Lord Ma'ao's performance!"

“Child, you don’t understand… I originally wanted to refuse, and even wanted to yell at the other person.”

"Master?"

"...but they gave us way too much money."

"Hey!"

Helpless, after the other party generously offered a huge appearance fee and kindly changed the "fight" to an "exchange", Baldy could only follow his master's arrangement and bring Ma'ao and his two junior brothers to Japan to meet Ye Haihuang.

"Sigh, they're all such a handful." The bald man sighed. He had to attend the invitation from the Sea Emperor of the Martial Arts Province, and Little Ma'ao here was also difficult to manage. This little girl had a good personality and a kind heart, but there was one thing...

"Little Hina, Anzu, we've arrived in Japan~" Opening the luggage rack, there wasn't much in Mao's bag, only "two people," cough cough, at least in Mao's mind they were two real people.

"Lord Mao is talking to the wood again..."

It turns out that what Mao called "Little Hina" and "Anzu" were actually two short wooden stakes with facial features carved on them and each wearing a wig. One had a long golden ponytail and the other had short black hair. They were just like the little sister Nitta Hina!

Baldy couldn't help but rub his forehead. Ma'ao was strong and neurotic, Ye Haihuang was strong and mysterious, and his two junior brothers were young and inexperienced and couldn't be relied on. They were just there to do the hard work. In the end, he was the only one who could shoulder everything for the trip to Japan: "This is too hard for me."

Imagining that the two pieces of wood were acquaintances was a habit that Ma'ao had since he was stranded in Fujian. Although Baldy thought it was crazy, he had gotten used to it to some extent: "Ma'ao, we've gotten off the plane. Follow me."

After saying that, Baldy took a deep breath. The journey to Japan is just around the corner. Go go go!

As soon as I got off the plane, I saw a tall Western young man holding up a sign that read: "Welcome 'Superman Boxing'."

"Strange, the Sea Emperor of the Chinese Martial Arts Province actually sent a European or American to pick him up at the airport in Japan..." Baldy frowned, feeling that things were not simple, but he had to deal with whatever came his way and go up to say something: "Hello, I am Wang Jiedao, the eldest disciple of 'Superman Fist'."

“Hello, I am Adam Dadoli.” The Western youth could actually converse in simple Chinese—this was taught to Adam by Kanon. Unfortunately, Adam’s language talent was only average. He also had to learn Japanese while training in Japan, so his Chinese was limited to these few basic sentences for communication: “I’m not very good at remembering Chinese names, so I’ll just call you Bald Bro.”

"Hey! Doesn't that still mean 'Bald Guy'?" Bald Guy facepalmed again. Was he destined to never escape this nickname? Even though his "Superman Fist Technique," modeled after a temple, was full of monks...

Adam ignored all that and patted the bald guy on the shoulder: "Let's go, the young lady has been waiting for a long time."

"Okay, Master Mao... Eh? Master Mao?" The bald man turned around, but Mao was nowhere to be seen.

Author: ...I know it's late, 5555, I hope my update will be better tonight.

The character Zhou Dian was just something I added on the spot, so don't worry about it too much. Yes, it's the Zhou Dian from the Ming Cult in "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber." There was a real historical figure of his, a martial arts eccentric with a unique personality. If you're interested, you can search for him online.

Section 733, Chapter 725: Rogue Sea Emperor?

Baldy's heart is ice-cold.

Where did Master Ma disappear to as soon as we got off the plane? Now, the promise with Ye Haihuang of the Martial Arts Department, the future of "Superhuman Fist"...

"Master Ma!" The immense pressure made the bald man shout out, but with people coming and going in the airport, there was no response from the girl.

Only a pair of large hands patted the bald man's shoulder; it was Adam behind him: "Bro, what are you yelling about? Get in the car."

"But Lord Mao is missing! We've lost the most important person in our lives!"

"Who? My only task is to pick up a few bald guys like you."

"What?" The bald man was shocked. Could this matter be more complicated than it seemed? Was everything arranged in advance by Ye Haihuang of the Martial Arts Province? Had Lord Ma'ao actually been kidnapped by them? The change of the competition venue to Japan—there was definitely something fishy going on?

Baldy's heart was in turmoil, but it was too late to say anything now. With two thuds, Baldy's two junior brothers fell forward without any resistance. Naturally, some people in the crowd helped them away. The whole set of actions was clean and efficient, obviously done by professionals who came prepared.

Then there's Baldy himself.

He wanted to fight back, but his "Superman Fist" technique was far too inferior. It was barely enough to handle an ordinary fighter, let alone Adam, who was among the world's top martial artists. He couldn't match his speed—so Adam swiftly raised his hand and shoved something into the bald man's mouth, silencing him; he also couldn't match his strength—so Adam slightly tightened his arm on his shoulder, instantly lifting the bald man high onto Adam's shoulder.

"Ugh—" Baldy was completely caught off guard and subdued. His limbs were held tightly by Adam, and he couldn't break free at all. Before he could even make a sound, he bit down hard on something that had been stuffed into his mouth. Juice was flowing out—it was a sour lemon… Baldy's jaw muscles were numb from the pressure. He was still conscious, but he could only let Adam take him to the car and drive towards their destination.

"Damn it, could this be one of those gangster stunts?" Unable to move, slumped in the back seat, the bald man's mind raced. "How did it go in the movies? Those gangsters went to make a deal, only to be taken down by the local gang, sunk in Tokyo Bay, and then told the other gang they'd never seen those people, that they left no trace of their existence... not a single trace... not a single trace..."

"Ugh! Ugh... Waaah..." The excited bald guy bit into the lemon again, his eyes watering from the sourness, but he didn't care. He'd rather die from the lemon's sourness now...

After driving for a long time, the car finally stopped. The dazed bald man was pulled out of the car by Adam and taken to a "secret room". The surrounding light was very dim, and the faint sound of metal clanging could be heard from outside the room.

"It's over, it's over. Judging from the sound, it's a steel mill." Baldy closed his eyes, utterly dejected. "I never thought I'd die before I even got started. I haven't even reached the level of 'Superman' yet, and I'm going to be melted down by those thugs from the Martial Arts Province!"

"Squeak—" The door opened, and someone walked into the room.

Then came a very pleasant female voice: "Huh? Why are you lying on the ground?"

"Hmph, kill me or do whatever you want...wait, why am I lying on the ground?" Baldy was halfway through his tough act when he suddenly realized that Adam hadn't restricted his movements at all. Apart from having a lemon in his mouth, his limbs were completely free!