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The bodyguards stood solemnly in the courtyard, while the servants bustled about the house. Everyone who passed by the reception room held their breath, not daring to disturb their master.

When Lord Tokugawa was receiving guests, he did not allow anyone to interrupt unless instructed to do so.

As a long-established Japanese zaibatsu (financial clique), Tokugawa Mitsunari was the thirteenth generation of a wealthy family whose ancestors had controlled the shogunate. He often received all sorts of guests, but he most frequently received martial artists from all over the world, and today was no exception.

The tall, white man sitting in front of him was from the United States, named Sam Atlas. He was a seven-time champion in a certain freestyle fighting organization, earning three to four million US dollars per fight, making him an absolute big shot.

However, Tokugawa Mitsunari, who was always obsessed with martial arts, seemed rather uninterested this time, and the way he lit his pipe and smacked his lips was almost arrogant.

"Hoo—" The old man exhaled a smoke ring: "So, you're saying you want to challenge Ye Huayin?"

“That’s right.” Atlas sat up straight, it was rare for an American to understand the etiquette and customs of the East, and he was willing to adapt to local customs, quite respectful… all of this was to fulfill his dream! “I learned from a friend about Ye Huayin’s challenge to the primitive man Pico, and this excites me so much! I want to have a match with that lady.”

“Heh, I’m not surprised. Lately, many people have come to me hoping I can arrange a match between them and Ye Huayin.” Tokugawa Mitsunari took a few puffs of his cigarette and then tapped his pipe. “But as you know, Miss Ye is still a student. She has her studies to attend to, and after all, she’s just a person with limited energy. I can’t just arrange for anyone to compete with her… Mr. Atlas, can you beat Ye Huayin?”

"I traveled across the ocean precisely to confirm this matter."

Hmm, not a bad answer.

Tokugawa Mitsunari's eyes lit up: "You'd better be prepared—there are no rules or prize money in my matches, and I can't even guarantee timely medical treatment if you get injured! You, who dominated the US for seven years and could earn 400 million yen in a single match..."

“You don’t need to say anything more, I accept all of this,” Atlas replied decisively. “You only need to provide me with one thing… the strongest in the world.”

"Pfft—hahahaha, the strongest in the world? Ye Kanon may not be the strongest in the world, but if you can defeat her, that title will most likely be yours." Kanon and Hanma Yujiro have not yet had a decisive battle, but Tokugawa Mitsunari personally asked Yujiro for confirmation after Kanon's battle against Pike. Kanon won against Pike without much difficulty. Kanon has now truly entered the discussion of the strongest in the world, and is a strong person of the same level as Yujiro. In Tokugawa's mind, they are almost like gods.

If it weren't for another plan, Tokugawa would have spent the rest of his life doing everything in his power to push for the duel between Kanon and Yujiro! Of course, the timeline has now shifted in another direction...

Having said that, Tokugawa acknowledged Atlas's right to challenge him, and then exhaled a puff of smoke: "Yohana is very, very strong."

Atlas dismissed it: "Me too."

"Okay... So, how are you feeling physically?"

"It's fine to play tonight."

"Alright, tonight it is."

"Huh?" Although there was no problem, Tokugawa's quick agreement still exceeded Atlas's expectations, and he almost spat out the tea he had just taken a sip.

Tokugawa Mitsunari raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on his lips: "You have a question?"

"No, I'm fine! But you didn't even inform Miss Ye. Is it really okay to be in such a rush?"

"Hmph, Mr. Atlas, you've been in the fighting league of the surface world for too long." Tokugawa Mitsunari laughed: "To be the strongest in the world, one must never refuse, no matter when, where, or who the opponent is."

Atlas fell silent for a long time before nodding: "You're right, I've learned something."

Meanwhile, Tokugawa Mitsunari had already taken out his phone and sent out a bunch of messages. As soon as Atlas finished speaking, he received a reply with two quick "whoosh" sounds.

"They said it was fine, they didn't mind."

Atlas was initially delighted, then puzzled: "Them?"

“The situation is a bit special…” Tokugawa Mitsunari scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed, a far cry from his previous confident demeanor. “Recently, so many people have challenged her, but Hanane has only accepted one match, from her old friend Kaoru Hanayama… Their matches are random encounters that can start at any time. I’ve already gotten their consent and arranged for you to be included as well. The match is tonight in Shibuya. You are free to move around now and go there to prepare.”

Atlas felt a bit of a lack of blood flow to his brain and couldn't figure out what was going on: "Intervening, intervening in other people's battles... Ye Huayin only fights one battle... Didn't you just say that a strong person would never refuse to fight, no matter when, where, or with whom?"

"...Young man, you've heard so many famous quotes from celebrities since you were a child, don't you know that most of them are fake inspirational stories fabricated by later generations?"

……

In that instant, Atlas felt as if he had traveled thousands of miles across oceans to the East seeking the truth, only to be deceived and tricked into a pyramid scheme...

"Really, the legendary Tokugawa Mitsunari is actually such an unreliable old scoundrel."

A few hours later, Atlas, having finished dinner, sat by the window of the coffee shop, gazing at the bustling crowd outside, her heart filled with melancholy: "The strong in the East, clearly a woman, yet surpassing all men in strength, even the ancient warriors who hunted Tyrannosaurus Rex have fallen... I came here hoping to see a martial arts master, but all I see are bustling cities like those in America. Perhaps all the rumors about Ye Huayin are just sensationalist fiction. Eastern martial artists are nothing special; I shouldn't have had too much hope."

Pico's existence was major news worldwide, but his battles with other martial artists were not widely known. Even though his fight with Kanon attracted thousands of spectators, no video footage was recorded, and the story spread only through word of mouth, limiting its impact. Atlas initially believed these rumors based on descriptions from reliable friends, but Tokugawa Mitsunari's unreliable behavior led him to doubt the supposed battle between Kanon and Hanayama Kaoru.

Actually, it's not entirely Tokugawa's fault. Yujiro Hanma is indeed the type to accept anyone who comes his way and teach them a lesson if they provoke him. However, Kanon is an unconventional but unparalleled master. Fighting is the focus of her life, but not her whole life. Kanon is very good at balancing work and rest and enjoying life. So, for Tokugawa, she is somewhat "obeying orders but not proclamations." Tokugawa has to discuss everything with her and can't make decisions for Kanon.

As Atlas was pondering this, a crisp greeting suddenly came from behind him: "Hello, are you Mr. Atlas?"

Atlas turned his head and saw a beautiful girl in a sailor uniform who casually pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him: "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. School ended a little late... I'm Hayao Miyabi."

Author's Note: There will be two more chapters in a bit, but the last update will probably be a little late. You can wait until tomorrow to read them.

Section 792, Chapter 783: Special Clearance Techniques

Is the girl in front of me Ye Huayin?

She was petite, with a pretty face, and youthful and lively, looking exactly like an ordinary high school student. Not to mention the demeanor of a master, even though it was rumored that she was born into a wealthy family, she didn't show the slightest trace of a rich young lady.

But Sam Atlas, with over a decade of fighting experience, blinked slightly and looked again, confirming that the girl in front of him was indeed Ye Hanane!

Atlas was already familiar with and accustomed to the rule of random encounters and fights at any time—it was just a street brawl, after all. He wasn't a professionally trained martial arts aristocrat; he had also roamed the streets in his youth! Therefore, from the moment Atlas saw Hanon, he was always ready to strike. His gaze swept over the girl's body and face, not to admire her beauty, but to look for her weaknesses!

However, from the moment the girl appeared until she sat down, her every move seemed natural, yet Atlas couldn't find any flaws. It seemed that he could make a move at any time, but any move he made would be in vain.

"Amazing..." Atlas stared blankly as Hanon sat down in front of him, ordered, drank her coffee, and played on her phone for almost five minutes, never giving him a single chance to react, maintaining a perfect state at all times. The two didn't speak, but Atlas felt he had gained so much.

As for Hanon, she was just thinking, "The iced coffee here is pretty good, maybe I can come here often in the future."

Sigh, remaining silent isn't a solution, so Atlas finally broke the silence: "Miss Ye, shall we begin here, or shall we take action outside?"

"Hiss—hiss—" Hanon was taking a sip of iced coffee through the straw. After a pause, she said, "Where is not a problem, but I have an appointment. We'll talk about it when he arrives."

Atlas frowned: "You made an appointment? Didn't you say that you, I, and Kaoru Hanayama were going to duel tonight? What's going on..."

"Look, the person I invited is Brother Hanayama." Speak of the devil and he appears. Hana glanced back and saw the tall Hanayama Kaoru push open the door and walk into the coffee shop.

Atlas didn't look at Huashan; he remained vigilant: "I almost looked away just now. Theoretically, we're in combat now, and I need to be constantly on guard against Ye Huayin's surprise attack! Besides, her posture is so well maintained; even when she greeted the door, she didn't reveal the slightest flaw..."

Huashan also walked to the table and sat down. His huge body blocked the light, and the atmosphere at the table immediately became somber.

Hanayama's tone wasn't very happy either, and he immediately complained to Hana, "You shouldn't have sent me your location."

Hanon shrugged: "Who told this random encounter rule to have loopholes?"

"Very well." Hua Shan casually pulled out a bottle of wine and took a big gulp: "I am extremely grateful for your trouble in coming all the way here to fight."

Scratching her cheek, Hana turned her head to the side, a little shy: "Don't say that. We're friends. If you want to spar with me, just come to my house. You don't need to go through Mr. Tokugawa."

Unexpectedly, Huashan waved his hand and said seriously, "No, it is necessary to be more formal."

"Huh? Why..."

"Because I'm bored."

"boring?"

Hua Shan continued drinking his homemade liquor, and soon the smell of alcohol filled the café: "Yeah, boredom. Ever since I saw your fight with Pico, I've been in a strange state. I'm often so bored that I yawn, but every time I wake up in the middle of the night, I get excited and my hands tremble, wanting to punch something. I think this is..."

"Is it epilepsy?" Hua Yin raised an eyebrow. "I think you should see a doctor. Dr. Hao is on such good terms with us, he will definitely give you a thorough check-up."

Kaoru Hanayama rolled her eyes. Kanon's ability to go off-topic was almost as good as her ability to make sarcastic remarks!

“It’s a longing,” he said. “A yearning to fight a strong opponent, but a good worthy opponent is hard to find in the mundane life. These two emotions are like two snakes entwined, making it unbearable. Dr. Hao can’t cure it, but he himself has similar symptoms.”

"So you came to me." Hanon clasped her hands together. "I understand, I understand. It seems I really have to fight this battle seriously... But I hope that after I heal you, Dr. Hao won't come looking for me too, haha."

Kou Momiji naturally wanted to challenge Kanon as well. After witnessing the battle of the century, most of the masters Kanon knew had this idea, especially the martial arts-obsessed seekers. However, only Hanayama Kaoru's challenge was accepted by Kanon on Tokugawa Mitsunari's side. Hanayama Kaoru was actually a lucky person!

Another lucky person was Mr. Sam Atlas. It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. He happened to find Tokugawa Mitsunari in the morning. The old man was moved by him and asked Hanon and Hanayama about it. Hanayama was rather reserved and politely agreed, while Hanon didn't care. He figured that one more person would do the trick, so he included him.

Atlas sat there, listening to Hanon and Hanayama's back-and-forth conversation, unable to get a word in edgewise, and felt quite annoyed. In America, he was the focus of media and audience attention, a seven-time champion of the fighting league; when had he ever been so ignored?

Atlas opened his mouth, ready to say something, but was interrupted by someone—a waiter from the coffee shop came over and politely told Hanayama, "Sir, we don't allow outside drinks here, especially since this is a coffee shop, you are not allowed to drink spirits here."

This waiter was quite brave. With Hanayama's intimidating appearance, he actually dared to come over and ask him to abstain from alcohol. He was practically gambling with his life! Of course, he made the right bet. Hanayama Kaoru was a gentle giant. He apologized and tried to take the bottle away.

"No need." Huayin suddenly waved her hand to stop Huashan and handed a credit card to the waiter: "There aren't many customers right now, could you please clear the place for us? I've booked the entire shop for tonight, and any losses incurred later can be deducted from this card."

The waiter was completely bewildered and didn't understand what was going on, but the black card in his hand was a very high-end item. He immediately turned around and went to find the manager... A minute later, the waiter returned and began to politely ask the few customers to leave.

Mr. Atlas was completely dumbfounded by this move. Although he had heard that Ye Huayin was from a wealthy family and that he himself was not short of money, seeing this kind of move of booking out the entire venue still made him feel that it was outrageously extravagant...

In the blink of an eye, the area was cleared. Hanon then signaled to the shop's employees to leave. Finally, in the coffee shop where there was no one else but the three of them, she rested her hands on the table and said, "We don't need to go out and fight in the street and cause trouble for the police. Let's start here."

“…Okay.” Atlas was still in a daze, but Kaoru Hanayama readily agreed.

The next second, Kaoru Hanayama suddenly stood up, raised her fist the size of a sandbag high and brought it down heavily, smashing it towards Hanon.

Author's Note: Ugh—I can't go on anymore, that's three chapters for today, I'll try again tomorrow... I'm so tired, so tired!

Section 793, Chapter 784: Not a Good Friend

Sam Atlas, the champion who dominated the American kickboxing league for seven years—seven years!

But now he feels that he wasted those seven years.

Hanon propped her elbow on the table, and Kaoru Hanayama suddenly threw a punch. After that, cups and plates overturned, the sound was deafening, and huge shouts and panting could be heard from afar. The quiet, deserted coffee shop suddenly turned into a battlefield of life and death.

Atlas reacted quickly, raising his hand immediately. Although Hanane was strong, she was still a girl, and Atlas instinctively showed some gentlemanly manners. With Hanayama Kaoru taking the initiative, his fist also swung towards Hanayama.

But the next second, the force of Hua Shan's punch caused Atlas to lose his balance, lean back, and press his back against the glass window.

With his eyes half-closed, Atlas vaguely saw that Hanayama's heavy punch seemed to have hit Hana. His first thought was, "Can anyone really survive being hit by such a heavy punch?"

The answer is yes. Hanon sat still and took the punch from Hanayama, clearly unharmed. Then Hanayama unleashed another barrage of punches, followed by a second, a third, a fourth… a relentless, thunderous onslaught. Amidst this barrage, Hanon moved like a boat on a wave, her elbows never leaving the table, her backside never leaving the chair, her body shifting only slightly, occasionally using her hands to protect her face. She managed to withstand Hanayama Kaoru's relentless barrage of punches while maintaining her overall stance!

Atlas was no longer able to see any of this. Hua Shan's punches were too powerful; even a strong man of his height and weight couldn't withstand them. Atlas barely managed to pull himself off the glass window, only to be forced under the table by the force of the punches...

The area under the table was like a safe haven. Although the "thump thump" of muscles striking and the "thump thump" of the tabletop vibrating were still terrifying, it was still a bit harsh. After all, without facing the storm directly, Atlas crouched down with his head in his hands, and was able to catch his breath a little.

In reality, Kaoru Hanayama's attack only lasted for a dozen seconds; it was the sheer power of his attack that made it seem like it lasted so long. The discrepancy between one's personal perception and the actual flow of time is a common phenomenon in the world of martial arts, something Atlas was no stranger to. However, he never imagined that one day he would experience such an humiliating ordeal under the table, feeling like each day dragged on endlessly.

It felt like an eternity had passed under the table. Just as Atlas was nearly unconscious from fear and self-loathing, the rain and wind finally stopped, and all was peaceful outside. He cautiously peeked out and saw that Ye Huayin was still propped up on the table, her expression as usual, not even the smile on her lips had faded. Huashan Xun was also sitting silently in her original seat, her eyes lowered, showing none of the demeanor of the Mingwang who had just destroyed everything.