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"Damn it, of course I'm not down yet!" Black Wolf was truly a tough guy. He moved his shoulder and found that it was just a flesh wound that hadn't affected his nerves or bones. He then clenched his fists again, ready to fight Hanon to the very end.

"Heh, what a real man!" Hanon had a good impression of the guy who beat up the black wolf. This guy was a good opponent. With Hanon's strength, she couldn't expect every enemy to fight her with all their might for three hundred rounds. It was enough for her to be able to fight as smoothly and rhythmically as the black wolf.

The two rushed towards each other again.

However, just as Hanon and Black Wolf raised their hands to prepare to counter the attack, someone spoke up.

It was that strangely dressed man who entered the room last, who had somehow managed to squeeze into the front row. Everyone was focused on the match, and since the man had been deliberately concealing his presence, no one noticed him until now. The man suddenly spoke: "Heh, 'The Person of the Future' actually used his fists and feet to execute the short spear thrust technique? He must have endured a lot of hardship! But the girl, while suppressing her strength to toy with her opponent, also imitated her opponent's moves to retaliate. She really treats both herself and her opponent like children... childish."

This comment, delivered without any attempt to suppress its volume, immediately drew Hanon's attention. With just that one glance, Hanon was unable to look away, and her movements ceased as Black Wolf's heavy punch struck Hanon's face.

"Ah!" The other spectators didn't notice the strange man's words. They only saw Ye Huayin suddenly stop her movements during the clash and be hit by the black wolf, so they all exclaimed in surprise.

Even Black Wolf was taken aback, never expecting to hit it so easily: "That simple?"

But the opportunity was too good to pass up. Black Wolf didn't have time to think and instinctively swung his fists, beginning a fierce pursuit of Hana.

Another punch landed on her face. Hanon seemed stunned and didn't react. She didn't even turn her head. She just stared in the direction of the strange man and took half a step back.

The second punch from the Black Wolf landed, and Hanon took another half step back.

The third punch, the fourth punch, the fifth punch, the sixth punch... Oh, the sixth punch missed.

When Da Chui Hei Lang threw the punch, only his elbow passed in front of Hua Yin. His forearm was not used at all, hanging limply on his upper arm, swinging back and forth like a powerless whip.

"Huh?" Black Wolf was stunned at first, then cried out in pain, "Ah! Ah—"

The "Phoenix Fairy" technique—it's been a long time since we've seen it! Hanon suddenly unleashed this move, proving that even if Black Wolf were to attack her alone, she would still win within a second or two. The difference in strength between the two sides is simply too great!

But this was not what Kanon had planned.

Hanon broke the black wolf's hand bone without realizing it, simply because of the strange man she saw.

Staring intently at the person, Hana asked, "Who are you?"

Author's Note: Whew, I've been suffering from procrastination and feeling unwell lately... I'll try my best to get back into the swing of things. 789 chapters, that's a great number!

Chapter 790, Section 799: The King of Sneak Attacks

The strange man didn't try to be mysterious; his eyes were clear, and his words were straightforward: "I am Miyamoto Musashi."

The surrounding audience was initially puzzled. They first saw Kanon stand still and endure the Black Wolf's blows, and then they saw the Black Wolf's arm dislocate in a bizarre way, rendering him unable to fight anymore. The scene was too strange, and everyone was immersed in the Black Wolf's cries of pain until Kanon took the initiative to ask about it, and only then did the others notice this peculiar guy.

"Hey, did he say he was Miyamoto Musashi?"

"Okay, it seems so... How could that be? Musashi lived more than four hundred years ago."

"Miyamoto Musashi is ridiculous. It's probably some kind of impersonation show! Although his eyebrows and features are somewhat similar to the portrait, he looks too young, and his posture is too upright. He doesn't resemble the posture in the portrait at all."

"Sigh, the portrait shows him holding a sword, but this person is unarmed. Even Shin Musashi couldn't strike that pose, could he?"

"Then who exactly is he? Miss Hanon seems to value him very much."

Kanon really valued this person, so much so that the battle, which was going very well, came to an abrupt end.

“Miyamoto Musashi…” Kanon pondered for a moment, “It’s a bit unexpected that we would meet in this way.”

Upon hearing this, the entire room was stunned. The audience was astonished to discover that it seemed "Miss Kanon" had agreed that this person was "Miyamoto Musashi"? This was truly an unbelievable and bizarre story!

Kanon truly believed that this person was Miyamoto Musashi. She had already encountered ghosts, superpowered individuals, and primitive people who had resurrected in the modern world. With those foundations, the appearance of a sword saint from four hundred years ago wasn't a shocking thing—if one's values ​​were to be shattered, they would have been shattered long ago, and it wouldn't be Musashi's turn.

More importantly, Hanon truly sensed "sword intent" from this person.

Well, or you could call it "killing intent," "killing aura," or "power," they're all pretty much the same thing. At first, Miyamoto Musashi concealed his aura, even his very presence, until he commented on the fight between Kanon and the Black Wolf, which finally drew Kanon's attention. Then he dropped the pretense and revealed his true colors. A surge of oppressive power swept over him, feeling as if a samurai sword were pressed against his chest, making the hairs on the back of Kanon's neck stand on end and forcing her to hastily disengage from the fight.

To describe it more specifically, it's like the moment a roller coaster has just started, slowly climbing past its peak, and beginning its rapid descent; like someone standing behind you, breathing heavily against your neck, and you're about to turn around to look. Musashi gave Kanon that feeling of these two situations being indefinitely prolonged. The roller coaster just wouldn't start its mad dash, the person behind you kept breathing but you couldn't turn around—it wasn't the peaceful routine of daily life, nor was it a cathartic release of passion. You were locked in that uncomfortable yet painful liminal state, unable to move forward or backward… It felt awful!

No one in the world could give Kanon this feeling, not even Yujiro Hanma! Whoever was in front of her, he was an unparalleled and peerless powerhouse. Since he claimed to be Miyamoto Musashi, Kanon would believe him. With the name of Musashi, such strength was actually easier to accept psychologically.

Seeing that Hanon's words implied an admission of his identity, Miyamoto Musashi's eyes lit up: "Little girl, you believe me? But those people this morning didn't think so... Hmm?"

As Musashi was speaking, he suddenly exclaimed softly, and Kanon, who was facing him, also exclaimed softly at the same time: "Hmm?"

It turned out that while Musashi was speaking, his "katana" that was pressed against Kanon's body with imposing presence moved.

Although it had no physical form, only sword intent, Hana could clearly sense that the void blade was extending straight forward, without any preparatory movements, and was thrusting towards her with its tip.

Moreover, this thrust was not only fast but also incredibly tricky, piercing straight into Hanon's ribs. According to common sense—that is, the speed of a normal martial artist, or the speed that Hanon displayed when fighting the black wolf—no matter how Hanon moved left, right, up, or down, she would have difficulty completely dodging it. Even retreating to escape would not be as fast as the longsword's advance. It truly lives up to Miyamoto Musashi's reputation for swordsmanship; even his sword of will is so sharp!

So Kanon took a half step forward, letting Musashi's will suddenly pierce her ribs, which was why Musashi was surprised.

In an instant, Musashi could see blood splattering everywhere, and he could feel the katana piercing human muscle in his hand... Of course, none of this happened. After a light-speed daze, all that others saw was Musashi stopping halfway through his sentence, and Kanon taking a half-step forward after a soft exclamation.

The man who claimed to be the greatest swordsman in Japanese history smiled and said, "Young lady, you are very brave and decisive. Taking half a step forward was indeed the best solution for this sword strike, avoiding the vital point that would have caused serious injury. It was the option that resulted in the least injury among all the choices."

It seems that despite their first meeting and a mental exchange, Miyamoto Musashi has a very high opinion of Kanon! If someone else received praise from Musashi, they might consider it a lifelong honor, but Kanon…

"As expected of you." Hanon's expression was calm: "The legendary king of fouls, the guy who always resorts to sneak attacks."

Swordsmen of Japan's Sengoku period were often called strategists, though this "strategy" wasn't battlefield tactics—that was called "military law" in ancient Japan. "Strategy" actually refers to the "methods of using weapons," and the so-called "three major schools of Japanese military strategy" refer to the Nen-ryu, Shinto-ryu, and Kage-ryu schools of swordsmanship. However, since Japanese writing originated from Chinese, and the Japanese equate "military strategy" with "swordsmanship," it's not surprising that they incorporated some "tactical" elements into sword fighting. Miyamoto Musashi, being the foremost swordsman in Japan, was naturally a master of "military strategy." Using deception, surprise attacks, arrogance, and trickery in combat was commonplace for him, and stories of his "outsmarting" powerful enemies are widely circulated in Japan!

"Heh, you can only attack under specific conditions. Is a sword such an inconvenient thing?" Miyamoto Musashi was unperturbed by Kanon's sarcasm. If he cared about this, those legends would not exist.

Besides, Musashi noticed it too: "You weren't affected either, were you?"

And so the non-existent "katana" started moving again.

The outcome was still undecided, and Musashi's sword intent had not dissipated. The sword of intent that had pierced Hanon's ribs was now stuck in a safe spot. As Musashi's gaze shifted and his aura rose, his sword intent became active from the spot where Hanon had been stabbed, and he launched a new attack—a horizontal slash across the waist!

Since the previous thrust failed to injure a vital point, this time we'll enlarge the wound and surely "kill" the opponent.

"what?"

Author's Note: I had some errands to run this morning, hence the late update, but there will still be three chapters today. Tonight's update will be normal. This is the first time Hanon has encountered Musashi among this group of martial artists, so this sparring match definitely won't send Musashi away immediately...

Chapter 791, Section 800: Testing the Law with One's Own Body

Let's get back to talking about the Black Wolf.

Just as Kanon perceived him, Da Chui Black Wolf was not a mindless brute. He had solid fighting skills, was never arrogant or complacent, and could calmly assess his own and his opponent's situation. That's why he made rapid progress in just a few months and rose to the top level among fighters.

Now, this representative fighter of the "new generation," though suffering severe injuries with multiple dislocated joints in both hands, has not lost consciousness, nor has his fighting spirit diminished. Amidst the excruciating pain, Black Wolf struggles to observe Ye Huayin and the newly arrived man claiming to be "Miyamoto Musashi." He sees…

He saw nothing.

To be precise, it was after Miyamoto Musashi suddenly stopped speaking halfway through his sentence that Hanane suddenly disappeared.

Of course, people don't just disappear into thin air. Black Wolf knew that Ye Huayin had moved at an extremely fast speed, exceeding the limits of human vision, which was why he had lost sight of her... But that sounded just as terrifying!

Traveling thousands of miles in an instant, shrinking the distance to an inch – even the legendary highest level of lightness skill is no more than this!

"Gulp..." Although it was a short time, Black Wolf was soaked in sweat. The cold sweat that surged up in that instant was more than the pain from his dislocated joint: "Is that Ye Huayin's real speed? Was she just toying with me before? To punch me at such speed, I... I wouldn't even be able to stand up for a single move!"

A 40-yard dash in 4.2 seconds is known as the speed of light in American football, a number close to the limits of human endurance. A person with such speed, if they also master the skills of dodging tackles while running, will present a terrifying sight to anyone attempting to intercept them, described as an unavoidable and terrifying attack, like a demon appearing suddenly in a horror movie.

When Kanon uses "Unpredictable Transformation", her instantaneous speed is faster than 4.2 seconds to run 40 yards. So what did Miyamoto Musashi see when he faced Kanon?

That speed surpasses even the speed of a demon; that must be a god...

Musashi did see a white light, so white, so very white. Perhaps it was because Hanon's skin was naturally that white and smooth, or perhaps it was because the rapid movement of Hanon's arm refracted the light from the incandescent bulb. Musashi didn't have time to think or verify... It was light, after all, light moves so fast! Musashi's eyes saw the light, and by the time his brain realized what it was, he had already been struck by the radiance.

That wasn't a god, nor light, but Kanon. After closing in with "Unpredictable Illusion," she struck Musashi in the face with a "Supersonic Fist."

This punch was the original version of the "supersonic punch," the weakest kind, and didn't actually reach the speed of sound. It wasn't that Kanon didn't want to throw a powerful punch; firstly, a real "supersonic punch" would produce a sonic boom with tremendous damage, and Musashi was surrounded by Kengan Kai members, many of whom were elderly, in their seventies and eighties. Being hit by a sonic boom at close range could easily cause injury or death. Secondly, Musashi's sword of will was piercing Kanon's ribs. Musashi's sword intent was so lifelike that Kanon quickly rushed to that distance, which was about the length of the blade. If she tried to move forward any further, she would collide with the virtual hilt, causing her to involuntarily pause.

But what about the original "Supersonic Punch"? It was still far beyond the norm, an attack that even a top-tier master could use as a finishing move! After taking this punch, even Miyamoto Musashi fell to the ground.

"Wow! Miss Hanon knocked him down?" The nearby audience was about to discuss it when they realized that things were not so simple.

Hana retracted her fist, stepped back, and frowned to herself: "The sensation is wrong." She was too experienced in hitting people, so she naturally knew that this punch had not received the expected feedback.

Sure enough, Musashi knelt on one knee, pressed his hands to the ground, and stopped halfway down.

"Miss Hanon's punch was so loud and heavy! Yet this man only knelt down and remained conscious. It's truly remarkable!" Most of the people praised Musashi in their hearts, while holding their breath and waiting for the next development.

"Drip, drip..." Liquid dripped down; it was Musashi's nosebleed.

Despite being struck hard by the punch, which caused his nose to bleed profusely and his nasal bone to break, leaving him feeling dizzy, Musashi was in good spirits and could still speak, saying in a relaxed tone: "I see. I was a bit overconfident."

After shakily standing up, Musashi had mostly regained his balance. He dusted himself off and calmly analyzed Kanon's actions: "Little girl, you have such speed, yet you didn't retreat or dodge my 'thrust.' Instead, you faced the blade head-on, trying to shorten the distance between us, increase your hit rate, and deliver a faster and more powerful punch, right? What a fierce woman, such a strong desire to attack... But that punch was indeed very powerful. Is it really something a woman can throw? Heh, I thought you were a ninja or a samurai, but it turns out you're a strongman!"

"However," Musashi changed the subject, "couldn't you have thrown an even stronger punch?"

"Huh? You noticed?" Hanon was taken aback. How did Musashi know that she still had the "True Supersonic Fist" that she hadn't used?

Musashi nodded: "Hmm, I noticed some small bulges in the muscles of your arm, which are probably used to reduce the backlash of the wind. But the punch you just threw wasn't strong enough to require them, so I deduce from this that you have an even more powerful killing move."

“You…” Hanon’s brows furrowed even more: “Your eyes are sharp, able to keep up with my movements, and you can even use a superb force-dissipating technique the moment you are hit… You deliberately took the hit from me.”

"Having been here for a full day, I've already seen more than I have in the past decades. I'm very curious about what kind of attacks the warriors of this 'future world' can unleash." Musashi didn't deny that he had the intention of testing his skills, but he also admitted that he was being a bit arrogant: "Your movements are incredibly fast; even the most agile ninja of the Warring States period couldn't match you, and I can't see your advance. But when you throw a punch, your momentum is so strong that I can follow the momentum to catch your attack. If your punch were weaker and your attack more ferocious, I would probably be 'killed'... As for seeing the subtle changes in your muscles, ha, if you can't do that, you can't be considered a strategist!"

Miyamoto Musashi is indeed a master. Although he has not yet actually drawn his sword, he has already demonstrated many incredible abilities: the "sword intent" that is like a real sword, the divine eye that can keep up with the "supersonic punch", the force dissipation technique that was activated the instant that Hanon was hit, and the pre-reading that senses the opponent's momentum and seems to be even "ahead of the first"... He is indeed a top master in name and in fact!

What a coincidence, a top-tier expert, right? Kanon is one too.

Shrugging, Hana asked, "Now that you've experienced the attacks of modern martial artists, what's next?"

Even without Musashi's answer, Kanon knew the answer—although it was impossible to judge the direction of an attack based on aura, Kanon knew that Miyamoto Musashi's aura had not subsided but had intensified, and his "sword intent" had transformed into "killing intent," which was fiercely searching for a point of release!

"Young lady, let me state my name again—I am Miyamoto Musashi."

"I know..." Hana's tone was nonchalant, but her mood turned heavy: "My name is Ye Hana."

"Alright!" Miyamoto Musashi spread his hands apart as if wielding two swords, and his killing intent soared into the sky, sweeping towards Hanon: "From now on, I will no longer hold back."

Author's Note: There will be another chapter in a little while.

Section 801, Chapter 792: If Kou can go, so can I.