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Hey, it's only because Jack was in a semi-conscious state that he would have exploded upon hearing that.

Jack was beaten unconscious and lay on the ground for about ten seconds. By the time he regained consciousness, the headquarters had just finished resting.

The old hero, having regained his composure, sat cross-legged in front of Jack and said, "Jack, your father, Yujiro Hanma, once said, 'In a duel, the one who is taller wins.' By that standard, I have won."

“Hmph…” Jack grunted, clearly not convinced by those words.

The headquarters didn't take it seriously and continued, "However, my opinion is slightly different."

"Pfft." The commander thrust a short knife into Jack's face, startling him. "The power of life and death, the ability to kill or spare, the first to gain this power is the victor." The old hero stood up. "I have no intention of arguing about this. However, I will definitely protect you."

Having said that, the headquarters strode away with an air of nonchalance... if Jack hadn't said anything further.

"Please wait." Jack's words stopped the headquarters in their tracks. He turned around, wanting to see what Jack, who was clearly being suppressed by him, had to say, but saw Jack slowly getting up from the ground.

As for the hemp rope that bound him, it had by then broken into more than a dozen pieces, scattered all over the ground.

“I agree with your point of view on victory and defeat.” Standing before headquarters again, Jack said, “But you haven’t yet achieved the power of life and death.”

Author's Note: Turn-based system, it's Jack's turn to shine.

Section 822, Chapter 813: We should have brought machine guns.

For the first time tonight, Honbu Izou showed a genuine look of surprise: "Jack, how did you escape?"

He calculated it very precisely. Jack's physical strength had dropped drastically after the injury and the fight, and it was impossible for him to break free from the thick rope he had prepared. This was a conclusion drawn from the headquarters' decades of martial arts experience, and in theory, it should not be wrong... But Jack was really standing in front of them, and the headquarters had no choice but to believe it.

He miscalculated.

Soon, headquarters realized what they had overlooked. They saw... were those blades? The things protruding from Jack's elbows and knees, even if they couldn't be called blades, were certainly extremely sharp pieces of metal!

"Jack, you..."

The headquarters realized a possibility and was startled. He had just jokingly called Jack a "cyborg," but only now did he realize that his joke might have come true.

“At the start, I said it would be fair if you used a weapon… because I’m using a weapon too.” Jack let out a long breath. He hadn’t intentionally held back; the series of attacks from headquarters had indeed far exceeded his expectations, completely stunning him. His injuries were still extremely serious, to the point that his voice was very slow: “If it were a ring match, I would have been unconscious for more than ten seconds, so you would have won. But if it’s a matter of ‘life and death,’ then I’m far from the point of admitting defeat.”

Jack raised his head high—not to show off his pride, but to stretch his neck as much as possible. It was clear to the crew that when Jack's neck was straightened, there was another small protrusion near his Adam's apple, which looked like a capsule.

"Crack, crack." As Jack's neck muscles contracted and relaxed during the head-raising motion, the protrusion disappeared, and Jack swallowed something with a "gulp"... It seemed to be a capsule fixed to the edge of his esophagus.

"Hoo..." A sound, half roar and half vibration, came from Jack's throat, like the purring of a feline before it crouches down to pounce. His eyes began to bloodshot, and his muscles began to swell, but within a reasonable range. This body not only contained boundless energy, but also appeared lean and focused, completely under the control of reason.

This version of Jack is more terrifying to his opponents than ever before.

Headquarters was covered in cold sweat: "Is this Jack Vanma's true face? What was I just fighting...?"

His judgment was correct; this is the Jack we know today, the latest product of his collaboration with Yingchu.

After losing to Piccolo, Jack initially blamed Yingchu, whose reckless behavior of "collecting all four spells and then feigning death" was simply excessive and made Jack lose face in front of all the heroes. However, after calming down, Jack began to reflect on his attitude, especially after watching the battle between Kanon and Piccolo. After much deliberation, he finally painfully admitted one thing: his talent was far inferior to that of a true genius.

Whether it's Pico, the primitive man who is already unparalleled in the world just by fighting with his physical instincts, or Hanane, who is young enough to compete for the title of the world's number one genius and whose genius makes people feel that the word "genius" is a bit of an insult to her, or even her half-brother Baki Hanma, Jack's talent is far inferior to theirs. He is just a brute who relies on drugs and human modification to overpower others.

Jack's resistance to Yingchu's comprehensive human modification, his insistence on unleashing his inner potential, is nothing short of self-deception and burying his head in the sand. He has already used scientific methods to enhance himself, yet he insists on fantasizing that his potential is as profound as that of true geniuses—a truly conflicted state! On one hand, this inner pride has shaped Jack's persistent character, allowing him to endure endless pain and grow stronger; on the other hand, it has become a shackle on Jack's heart, preventing him from fully embracing the transformation and delaying his progress.

Finally, Jack realized his true self and adjusted his attitude towards life. The reason why the headquarters broke one of his teeth but did not activate the "Shield Guard Technique" was because Yingchu had already remodeled Jack's body. The four techniques he made on a whim were abolished. The techniques on Jack now are not Yingchu's imitation of his fellow fighters from the Kengan Association, but new techniques unique to Jack Fanma!

The blade at the joint? Those are auxiliary devices to enhance the impact of strikes. The capsule fixed to the esophagus in the neck? Those are specially formulated drugs that can bring Jack's strong physique to its strongest state without compromising his health.

In addition, there's the gunpowder that the British loved to use, also fixed to Jack's heel. If he slams it against the ground, it can unleash a powerful attack... Here it comes!

"Boom—Boom!" Two loud bangs rang out in quick succession. The first was from Jack activating the gunpowder that had shot into Yingchu's heel, and the second was from a muffled kick to Honbu Izou's body. Gunpowder fists and gunpowder kicks were low-end products in the modification techniques, a one-shot deal. However, precisely because they were disposable, the power of this precious strike was extraordinary. Honbu was kicked away again, and that wasn't all; the arm he used to block was dislocated by the impact.

"Ouch—" the commander cried out in pain, thinking, "Luckily, I severely injured Jack's left foot earlier, so he can't chase after me quickly..."

Jack's left Achilles tendon was injured by the hardwood sword; it was still usable for kicking, but not for long-distance pursuit. However, Jack used the gunpowder in his left foot to kick, while his right foot still had one! He slammed it into the ground, creating a violent explosion that propelled him forward, equivalent to a giant leap using one leg, instantly catching up with headquarters.

Having used up all the gunpowder in his feet, Jack's follow-up attack consisted of a punch.

His original strength was already immense, and after taking a capsule, his punching power became even more overwhelming. When he threw a punch, the headquarters didn't even dare to take it head-on. They had to use their ability to neutralize the force to guide Jack's fist to the side... Somewhat surprisingly, this operation went quite smoothly, and Jack's fist really did deflect.

That's certainly true in terms of movement, but the reason isn't because the main force's martial arts are so superior. After Jack deflects his fist, an elbow strike immediately follows—don't forget, Jack's elbow has a blade on it!

"Whoosh—" Blood splattered like the wind. The commander dodged hastily to avoid a fatal wound, but the blade still cut a gash on his forehead, making him look quite miserable.

Jack's first punch failed to knock out the headquarters member, and another punch immediately followed. Now his attacks were becoming increasingly dangerous, and the headquarters member dared not withstand multiple rounds of attacks. He quickly pushed out his hands and used jiu-jitsu techniques to press down Jack's hands and prevent him from throwing punches.

"Ha!" Jack laughed first. The headquarters, which had been calm and composed since the start of the battle, was now in a panic, which proved his success! Then he "ha"ed again, but this time he was exhaling.

Well, this is a kind of quirky taste in the British, but also a brilliant idea: the capsule that Jack swallowed contains compounds that not only stimulate Jack's physical potential, but also... produce strong bad breath.

While the commander was locked in a four-handed struggle with Jack, the indescribable smell suddenly filled his nostrils, making him almost vomit... The commander ultimately suppressed his instincts and did not vomit on the spot, but as soon as he loosened his grip, he could no longer hold Jack's arm, and Jack's third punch after "transformation" came, this time the commander had no way to avoid it.

"Sigh, if I had known this would happen, I should have been better prepared, like bringing machine guns..." The commander closed his eyes; that was the only thing he could do.

Author's Note: That's all for today. Headache!

Section 823, Chapter 814: The one challenging Musashi is...it is none other than myself.

He kept his eyes closed, feeling the strong wind on his face, waiting for Jack's heavy punch. At the same time, he prayed to God in his heart: "God, please don't let me pass out."

The old hero's fighting spirit was no less than Jack's, and remained as strong as ever. Facing the unprecedented blow he was about to suffer, he did not regret fighting tonight, but only regretted that he had been careless and given Jack a chance to turn the tables.

Just as Jack Vanma without teeth is still Jack Vanma, Motobu Izo without using a surprise attack is still Motobu Izo—as long as he isn't knocked out in one blow and can catch his breath, he can still fight Jack with all his skills, and it's too early to say who will win.

However, after closing his eyes and waiting for a moment, the expected heavy blow did not come. Instead, he heard a "plop" sound and something fell into the pool.

The old hero opened his eyes and found a jade-like arm lying in front of him. The owner of this arm was the girl who should be lying on the iron frame dreaming.

"Kanain?"

"Yes, it's me." Hanon's breathing was still a little rapid, a result of her rushing to the rescue as soon as she woke up. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Jack attacking the headquarters, and the power was astonishing. The last punch looked like it was going to blow the headquarters' head off. In her haste, Hanon couldn't care less about being angry with the headquarters. She immediately activated "Unbounded Transformation" and rushed over, reaching out to stop Jack.

When Kanon's hand caught Jack's fist, the fist was only a few centimeters away from the head of the organization's face. Kanon couldn't pull her hand back, otherwise Jack would press down on the head of the organization's face along with her fist... So Kanon blocked the fist with her right hand, and quickly stretched out her left palm to push Jack's waist. At the same time, she twisted her waist and turned her hips, perfectly controlling the flow of power, and returned all the force of Jack's fist to her—a gentle version of the Demon Strike!

Jack, weighing over 400 pounds, was sent flying sideways by the push, crashing into the park's small pond. The scene was surreal, leaving onlookers in disbelief: "What's going on? What's going on?" "I knew it was a movie shoot! Now the super-powered girl is making her appearance." "Hey, I didn't see any wire work..."

"Sigh, thank you. I didn't expect you to be the one protecting me..." The uncle from headquarters lowered his head, somewhat disappointed and confused: "This shouldn't be the case. The sleeping pill in that bottle of wine wasn't very strong, but it should still make someone sleep for an hour or two. How come you woke up in less than ten minutes?"

"I'm a genius~" Before realizing she'd been drugged and completely unconscious, Hanon had been conscious for a brief moment. She manipulated her muscles, squeezing her arteries to draw out some "clean" blood. Once unconscious, her muscles relaxed, and this blood rushed back to her heart, instantly increasing her heart's pumping capacity and passively enhancing her blood circulation. Since the main body used a harmless drug, it meant it could be naturally metabolized in her bloodstream. Hanon's hasty actions effectively shortened her unconsciousness.

Kanon didn't want to explain too much about it, not because she was arrogant or wary of the headquarters, but because Jack's foul breath was still lingering nearby. After Kanon pushed him away, she sniffed it and felt her head explode and her whole body tremble. She quickly pinched her nose and ran away. She had no time to answer the headquarters' question.

"Splash!" Jack Van Ma stood up, soaking wet. The pond was two meters deep, and there was a "No Swimming" sign next to it, but Jack was nearly two and a half meters tall, and when he stood upright in the water, his nostrils were just above the water.

Ke walked step by step toward the shore, speaking impatiently as he went, creating a string of bubbles in the pool: "Y... glug glug... Ye... glug glug... Ye Huayin, you want to fight me too? Very good, very good, I've wanted to fight you again for a long time!"

"It's been a while, and you've even got a stench attack now?" Kanon rolled her eyes at Jack's stench, then glared back at him. "With this skill, I'm no match for you anymore. I, Kanon, declare you the strongest, Jack!"

“This is my own power, do you have a problem with that?” Jack didn’t care whether his tone was unpleasant or not; he only knew that it was effective, even though it was the result of Yingchu’s wicked “technique.” “If you don’t want to fight, get out of the way.”

“Yes, Hanane, you may step back.” The old man from headquarters also spoke up: “This is my battle with Jack, and it’s not over yet.”

The commander held a hardwood sword in his left hand and an iron chain in his right, his posture quite similar to that of a legendary ninja, and he was ready to face Jack.

His face no longer held the initial ease, but it never showed any worry or fear either. Honbu Izo's spirit as a martial artist was always admirable.

Facing the headquarters, Jack didn't rush to put on a fighting stance, but instead praised them: "Before, I, and most martial artists, underestimated the strength of your headquarters, Izo. Now I know that you are not the useless coward who can win ten times out of ten as you seem. If we could use weapons, I would be the only one with no chance of winning before tonight."

"Oh?" The commander raised an eyebrow. "You mean, tonight it's my turn and I have no chance of winning?" He flicked the chain and swung it at Jack with lightning speed—but Jack caught him!

As expected of a top-tier fighter like Jack Vanma, grabbing chains with his bare hands requires considerable skill. Of course, getting caught on chains is a common occurrence in weapon combat; we'll have to see what the headquarters does next… wait, what about the change of tactics?

The commander knelt on one knee, panting heavily, his mind a complete blank: "W-what happened?"

Jack loosened the chains: "I'm not talking about your chances of winning, I've already won."

Jack walked up to the commander and looked down at him again, but this time his eyes were much gentler: "After swallowing the special capsule, my blood contains the virus. It is not fatal to others, but the poisoned person will be unconscious for a period of time to repair the body. Just now, I cut your forehead with a bone blade, and the virus successfully invaded."

"Incredible, a true monster! But even someone like you can't challenge Musashi..." Headquarters finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground.

"Perhaps I am still no match for Miyamoto Musashi, but I still want to give it a try." Jack closed his eyes and whispered to the headquarters, then turned around and left gracefully. He knew that Kanon would take good care of the headquarters.

However, just as the headquarters hadn't expected Jack to be able to stand up and fight again after being tied up, Jack's prediction was also wrong—he wasn't wrong about the headquarters, but the person who surprised him was Kanon.

"Wait a minute," Hana called out to him.

Before Jack could even turn around, he sensed Hanon's fighting spirit. When he turned around, sure enough, the person opposite him was no longer that young girl, but a grandmaster of unparalleled strength.

"Sigh, my heart is truly soft." Kanon's fighting spirit was ignited, but her thoughts weren't so bitter and resentful: "My life is truly miserable. All these messes always end up being cleaned up by me, even though I came here to watch..."

She told Jack, "Challenging Miyamoto Musashi is indeed too dangerous, and I must stop you."

Author's note: Well, being a procrastinator, I had nothing to do this afternoon, so I spent three hours working on Baldur's Gate, an old game, calculating party composition and item/equipment allocation in an Excel spreadsheet...

Section 824, Chapter 815: Finally, the wave is unleashed.

"So you're saying you want to fight me?" Jack didn't understand the "protection" that the headquarters and Kanon were talking about, but he knew it meant a fight was coming. He was excited: "Yo Kanon, I've wanted to fight you again for so long..."

"You said that already!" Before the words were even finished, Hanon had already appeared in front of Jack.

The reason it's "in front of" rather than "in front of" is because Jack's physique is so exaggerated that when Kanon activates her powers and charges at him, unless she jumps, her head is never even up to Jack's chest.

Of course, this doesn't prevent Kanon from launching an attack. Even if she can't hit the chin and forehead, there are many vital points on the human body, such as the chest and abdomen, which are enough to end the battle.

"So fast!" Jack had witnessed Kanon's "Unpredictable Transformation" many times as an observer. However, the experience of observing and actually facing it is completely different. From a distance, Kanon's movements were so fast that they were difficult to catch. But up close... she was even more like a ghost or a demon, appearing and disappearing in an instant, leaving no trace.

However, Jack didn't panic. Having observed the situation multiple times, he had also thought for a long time about how to deal with Kanon's lightning-fast attack. The answer was to observe as much as possible with the naked eye, and if he couldn't see clearly, he would take the hit head-on and wait for Kanon to slow down before launching a counterattack.

"Bang—" Following this principle, Jack tensed his abdominal muscles and took the punch from Hanon. He felt a sharp pain spread from his abdomen outwards, and all the affected parts twitched, twisted, and ache.

How could Kanon's attack be so easily withstood? In fact, if she were to unleash "Fubuki," Jack would be taken down with the first punch!

Well, on another note, since Kanon didn't use "Blowaway," and Jack could still feel pain after being punched, it means that Jack's consciousness was still clear, and his tactics were still successful.

"Oh my, that was scary." Hanon grinned. Her body did pause for a moment after the attack. In that instant, she noticed that the veins on Jack's forehead were bulging more prominently, and the outline of his muscles seemed to be more bulging. The next heavy punch would be Jack Vanma's all-out strike under his extraordinary physique—it was coming!

"Whoosh—" Jack's fist visually landed on Hanon, but there was no familiar sound of impact. Hanon floated away and leaped backward. The ultimate energy dissipation was activated, and Jack's attack had no effect whatsoever.

"Damn it, it was the same at last year's conference!" Jack roared in fury. He was very familiar with Kanon's "power dissipation" technique. This time, its use not only stirred up the anger in Jack's memory but also his inferiority complex. More than a year later, Jack's strength was far greater than before, but Kanon still used "power dissipation" to deal with him. Could it be that he had regressed instead of progressed with Kanon?

This feeling of inferiority further fueled Jack's anger. He strode forward and unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, but Kanon, under his onslaught, used only "force-absorbing" techniques and didn't even manage to use half a move of "Raibu," retreating lightly all the way.

Kanon even had the leisure to show concern for Jack: "I see your left ankle is badly injured, making it difficult for you to move. Yet you still try so hard to chase after me and beat me up. Am I that hateful? My face is obviously quite cute..."