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"I drugged the drink." The commander took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring into the deepening night, and wore the lonely expression of a master. He took out a cigarette case and waved it at Huayin, whose consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred: "The cigarettes in this case are also infused with drugs. Usually it's deadly pufferfish poison, but today I specifically changed it to a sleeping potion."

"Why..." The drug was so strong; Huayin couldn't take it after just a few breaths: "You weren't... going to be with Jack..."

"Hoo—" Headquarters exhaled another smoke ring: "This is the difference between the thinking of modern martial artists and ancient martial artists. Musashi was born in the Warring States period. Fighting was commonplace for him. Beneath his unparalleled swordsmanship were countless schemes, tricks, and sneak attacks. Every move he made was a battle, and he was always on guard against others—that's the real Miyamoto Musashi! If it's just a playful sparring match, that's fine, but if it really comes down to winning or losing, modern martial artists... all of you whom I cherish, would not be a match for Musashi."

"So we can only rely on my headquarters, Izou!" The old man from headquarters stood up from the iron frame, raising his hands high, clearly very excited. Unfortunately, his passionate speech was a complete waste of emotion, as Kanon had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The last words Kanon left behind were: "Scum..."

"Am I trash? Heh, I suppose so." The headman helped the unconscious Hanon up and placed her against the metal frame he had been sitting on. Then he stood up, ready to face his second opponent tonight.

“Jack…” Headquarters swayed and finally caught sight of Jack Vanma. There was nothing they could do; Jack was just too tall, and they could see him from eight hundred miles away. “I see. He is indeed more robust than before.”

Author's note: I have an unexpected headache today.

Chapter 811, Section 820: The Big Fool

Jack met with headquarters in the park at night.

Then he began to warm up his body, clench his fists, and loosen his joints, preparing to fight.

“You actually dared to come, Honbu Izo.” Jack looked down at Honbu, both physically and psychologically: “I heard from Tokugawa that you would use all kinds of weapons to fight me… That’s fine, it’s fair, and I won’t be remembered for bullying the weak.”

“Weaklings? Me?” The commander was still smoking his half-smoked cigarette. “Tsk tsk, we heavy smokers have really been getting a bad reputation lately, being looked down on by everyone.”

He threw down his cigarette butt and prepared to...fight!

As the cigarette butt fell halfway down, the commander suddenly raised his arm and smacked it, sending it hurtling towards Jack's eyes! Startled, Jack instinctively closed his eyes and ducked. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the commander decisively leaped high into the air, putting all his weight on it and kicking out with both legs!

The battle began the moment Jack was seen at headquarters; there was no preparation phase whatsoever, and even those two polite words were merely a deceptive tactic. Headquarters launched a surprise attack, completely lacking the demeanor of a master or the composure of a senior, seizing the initiative from the moment Jack was caught off guard!

Despite being much shorter and lighter than Jack, a bullet, though small in size, can be deadly if it travels fast enough. The pilot's jump was also very fast, and being a strong martial artist, the force of his kick was considerable. With a "boom," Jack... uh, took a half step back.

Martial artists are human too; they can't fly, breathe fire, or emit dynamic light waves—that's true. But the difference between people is sometimes greater than that between humans and pigs. As fighters constantly surpass themselves, they also become beings that transcend the human race. Jack Vanma, who specializes in strength and physique, has already reached an unbelievable level of resilience. His super-heavy stomp has almost no effect.

“Interesting.” Jack rubbed his left eye, where a cigarette butt had burned his vision.

Perhaps it was this ambiguity that prevented Jack from seeing the approaching headquarters, or perhaps he simply didn't understand the situation and wasn't aware of the danger posed by headquarters. In any case, after suffering a minor setback, Jack continued to leisurely take off his coat, only to find that headquarters still ignored his polite words. After his failed attempt to kick failed, he had barely landed when they charged at him again.

As they launched their charge, the commander drew a hardwood sword from his back.

Don't let its appearance fool you; this wooden sword is surprisingly powerful. This hardwood sword, a deep black, is a finely crafted piece using modern techniques, sharpened to the point where it can even be used to cut a person. During the charge, the unit lowered its center of gravity for acceleration, so the first strike after drawing the sword landed on Jack's shin. Jack's bones were strong, and while the blow didn't sever his limbs, blood splattered, and he was in excruciating pain.

"Ouch—" The pain, coupled with the surprise attack, made Jack lift his injured leg... and so his other good leg became the new target of the headquarters.

The swordsmanship of the main force was highly skilled. After the first strike hit, the wooden sword smoothly changed course and, in conjunction with Jack's leg-raising movement, struck his other leg with perfect accuracy, leaving Jack completely helpless. With a scream of "Ahhh!", he collapsed to his knees as if the earth had collapsed.

This caused new pain in both of his knees, and for a moment Jack grimaced and became distracted.

In his daze, Jack only saw Honbu Izo quickly sheathe his sword and reveal a mocking smile: "Hey, you're still so tall even when you're kneeling~ But at least we're on par now."

That's right, at this moment the main force and the kneeling Jack are about the same height, this position... is too perfect for slashing!

"Crack." The headquarters' wooden sword struck Jack's head from above, the sharp blade even slightly cutting into Jack's skull! But more serious than the flesh wound was the shock to his skull, which brought severe dizziness. Jack Vanma's body went limp, and after kneeling down, he fell face down on the ground with his buttocks sticking out, a very shameful posture.

Fortunately, it was late and the park was less crowded. Kanon had also been drugged by the main branch, otherwise, if some young lady had seen her, Jack's reputation would have been ruined...

"Heh, big oaf." Now it was Headquarters' turn to look down on Jack, and he promptly retorted with a trash talk.

"Hmph!" Jack, who was lying on the ground, suddenly let out a cold snort—he was dizzy, but he hadn't passed out.

Jack Vanma, a man who made it to the semifinals at the Tokyo Dome, should be called a "big oaf" for the rest of his life if he were to be defeated by a wooden sword!

Jack braced himself on the ground with his toes and head, supporting his massive body. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, he sprang up, flipped and twirled in mid-air, and stood upright again, facing headquarters.

And this time, Jack finally managed to take off his coat.

"Old Master Tokugawa said you are a warrior who has undergone rigorous training, completely different from the headquarters at Tokyo Dome last year. Now I truly understand what he meant; you truly live up to your reputation! But don't underestimate me!"

Jack kicked out at headquarters, and with a loud thud, the sound drew the attention of passersby in the park. The kick was also incredibly powerful; even though headquarters had his hands crossed in front of his chest in a defensive stance, he was still kicked so hard that his feet left the ground and he flew far away.

The commander felt as if all his bones were about to shatter. No wonder it was Jack; the power of his kick was astounding. However, even as he flew through the air, a smile remained on the commander's lips, for he knew that Jack must be in even more pain than he was.

"Ouch!" Jack exclaimed in surprise. A sharp pain shot through his foot. He pulled it back and saw that a kunai had been stuck in it, piercing through the sole of his shoe and deep into his foot—it hurt so much!

Honbu dusted himself off and stood firm: "Jack Vanma, your massive body represents immense power. Ordinary martial artists facing you are like infants encountering a strongman, utterly powerless to resist, even when wielding swords. Unfortunately, tonight your opponent is me, Honbu Izo... I am no ordinary martial artist."

"asshole!"

Hehe, the enraged Jack revealed the true nature of the headquarters~ But at this moment, Jack was blinded by anger. Since he had raised his leg when he pulled out the kunai, he simply did a high kick and slammed it down hard on the headquarters.

This attack was ferocious, but also reckless. The hunters wielding swords were not afraid of the panicked beasts; on the contrary, they were quite excited because they knew that the battle was not far from over.

The old hero held the wooden sword horizontally above his head. When Jack came down to chop, the sword first hit him with a loud "bang," causing blood to flow from his forehead. Then there was a "thud," as the wooden sword, using the force of Jack's own impact, slashed deep into his muscles, even damaging Jack's Achilles tendon and reaching his leg bone.

"Impressive!" Headquarters exhaled a breath of stale air. Taking a heavy kick from Jack was never an easy task. "Your bones are really hard. I thought I would just cut your ankle off."

Hey, while that was meant as a compliment, it's practically a provocation in the current situation, isn't it? Our unit only suffered minor injuries from the aftershocks of Jack's attack, yet we crippled this powerful figure's mobility. He's really made a killing.

However, despite his dire situation, Jack gained a slight advantage after this move: distance.

Jack is currently less than a meter away from headquarters. As a being whose physical attributes completely overwhelm headquarters, this is a great opportunity for Jack to attack!

Having been suppressed for several moves, Jack naturally wouldn't let the opportunity slip by. He chose his safest, most effective, and most ferocious attack—biting.

With his jaws wide open, revealing steel teeth that could easily tear apart coconut shells, Jack Vanma leaned forward and bit down hard on the unit's shoulder.

Author's Note: This chapter is basically based on the original story. Starting in the next chapter, this battle will differ from Musashi's Way, no, Motobu's Way, no, Baki's Way~

Section 821, Chapter 812: The Power of Life and Death

Humans are omnivores; in other words, the human mouth can chew raw meat, and in other words, the human mouth has tremendous strength.

Jack Van Ma's bite force should be at least in the top five among humans, so the damage it could cause is unimaginable.

As Xing Yusen, a famous police officer in Qixia Town, once said, "He would bite right in, and his hand would go numb from biting."

The onlookers—and there really were onlookers, since it's summer—were all stunned by Jack's ferocity: "Biting someone? Really?" "Is this a movie shoot?" "Should we call the police? There's a fight going on?"

But in the end, no one took action because they felt it was unnecessary: ​​"No need, it doesn't seem like anyone was bitten."

Jack's all-out, powerful bite not only failed to end the fight, but it didn't even manage to injure the main force?

"Such a heavy bite should have torn me to pieces, bones and all, but it did nothing. How strange, isn't it?" The commander sighed, "Brother Jack, let me tell you, a bite, though powerful, is not 'martial arts'!"

As he spoke, the commander's hand reached for his lower back, as if he had just concealed a hardwood knife there. He also had a short baton tucked into his lower back, which was swiftly drawn and swept across Jack's jaw with lightning speed, and then...

Then came a series of crashing and shattering sounds. Jack's mouth was filled with bright red blood, and with the splattering of blood, all his teeth fell out and shattered into pieces on the ground.

Jack was badly hurt!

Having escaped Jack's bite, the commander's shoulder was freed, and blood flowed from several holes, indicating that Jack's bite wasn't entirely ineffective! However, as the ultimate killing move of top-tier fighter Jack Vanma, the result achieved at the cost of sacrificing his steel teeth was truly frustrating...

"Heh, why would I wear an ordinary jacket when I'm fighting the android Jack?" The commander smiled and patted his shoulder: "Arylamide fiber is often used to reinforce aircraft parts, manufacture parachute lines, and make car tires. It has bulletproof and blade-proof functions. Although it's a bit expensive, it's totally worth it to trade it for your teeth."

After saying that, Izou stepped forward and said, "Jack, now your left leg is immobile, your left eye is burned by a cigarette butt, and you have lost your most powerful weapon, your teeth. Your huge body, which you worked so hard to obtain, is now useless. The tide has come... You should admit defeat."

Admitting defeat is not as easy as leaving a group. Besides, how many people who have been told to "leave the group" actually leave on their own? Jack has indeed lost his support, but he has not lost his most powerful weapon—his fighting spirit.

Well, maybe that sounds a bit like motivational rhetoric, but as long as his fighting spirit is still burning and Jack's consciousness is still functioning, he can't possibly surrender to headquarters.

Jack swung his fist and punched the headquarters.

When the officer raised his hand to stop him, the result was the same as when he was kicked before: his feet were lifted into the air, and he was sent flying far away.

After all, they were facing Jack Hanma! Hanma Yujiro's son, a top-four fighter in the Tokyo Dome Underground Colosseum Tournament, a first-rate fighter who could go toe-to-toe with the primitive man, Piko.

The main force retreated, leaning against the big tree. Jack strode forward, his hands moving like lightning, his fists clenched and relentlessly attacking. The enormous impact even made the nearly century-old tree sway precariously, its roots being uprooted from the ground!

"My God, is this really a murder plot?" "Is this a movie shoot? Quick, find the camera!" "Call the police!" The onlookers were making all sorts of noises, but Jack couldn't hear a word of them. He was focused on his attack and didn't have time to pay attention to anything else.

On the contrary, Motobu Izo, despite being beaten black and blue all over with his bones on the verge of cracking, this veteran of the martial arts world had a rather calm judgment and thought: "Indeed, in a head-on hand-to-hand combat, I can never beat Jack."

"Plop plop..." The sound of a ball bouncing came from the ground. A round ball rolled down, and then...

"Boom!" The explosion rang out, drowning out the surrounding chatter and leaving passersby stunned: Could this be a terrorist attack?

It wasn't a terrorist attack, just a smoke grenade. Thick smoke billowed up, blurring visibility, and when it cleared, what people saw was…

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..." Jack continued to beat up the headquarters!

"Hey, hey, a normal person would relax their movements after being shocked by the loud bang and fog of the smoke bomb, right..." Headquarters secretly groaned. Jack was a strong fighter with high morale, and his attacks would not slow down even slightly due to any external force.

Fortunately, headquarters had a backup plan: "Brother Jack, you're a genius! How could I let Musashi destroy such a talent?"

Amidst Jack's relentless attacks, the commander seized an opportunity and suddenly unleashed a swift kick, forcing Jack back. Jack then sniffed, realizing what had just happened: "Gunpowder? Commander, you carry gunpowder with you?"

Instead of a response from headquarters, he was met with several darts flying towards him.

Jack swept his muscular arm in front of him, blocking the darts. These things posed no threat to him—a fact that headquarters knew all too well.

Just as Jack was dealing with the darts, a chain quickly wrapped around his ankle. The other end of the chain was naturally in the hands of the commander, who pulled it towards his chest...

Jack fell to the ground, and the commander immediately mounted him: "Sorry, Jack, I'm going to have to go all out, or my old life will be over in your hands."

"Bastard..." Jack was no longer in the mood to listen to the speech from headquarters. He struggled to get up, but all that awaited him was the whipping of chains, the heavy blows to his face, and another fall.

Honbu Izo is also a master of his own school, which is a "judo" school! Throwing and grappling enemies is Honbu's most proficient unarmed technique.

As a result, Jack, who was seriously injured, was repeatedly thrown over and over by the headquarters. In addition, he was hit by various weapons and bare hands, which made Jack dizzy and unable to find his balance. The situation was completely under the control of the headquarters.

Seeing that Jack was almost subdued, the officer finally pulled out a rope from his clothes and quickly and skillfully tied Jack's hands behind his back, pinning him to the ground.

"Wow, that's amazing..." a passerby couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "They subdued that giant with such fluid grace."

Another passerby thought this was a movie scene: "It must be fake. How could such a tall giant in real life lose to someone whose size is far smaller than his?"