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Jack didn't answer, focusing solely on his relentless attack. He was a pure warrior, not one for idle chatter outside of combat. At that moment, Jack was only thinking about how to hurt Kanon: "Her 'power absorption' is useless even against skin, and fighting in an open area like a park is like having wings. I need to find a way to restrict her movements."

With a furrowed brow, an idea came to him. Jack threw a hook punch from right to left, simultaneously turning his head to the left and exhaling...

Well, this is awkward. The reason Kanon chose to reduce contact and keep distance wasn't to show off her skills, but precisely to avoid close combat. Jack's bone blade has a blood virus on it, and his foul breath is unbearable for Kanon both physically and mentally... Now that she's finally "surrounded" by Jack, it seems Kanon has no choice but to take Jack's attacks head-on.

Jack's heavy punch landed on Hanon, but "Raibu" easily deflected the force. However, Jack was not discouraged. Instead, he was overjoyed: "What I was worried about was that Hanon was too agile to catch. Now that she is indeed afraid of my tone, then there is a way!"

Jack instantly transformed into a "hahaha" monster, relentlessly spewing foul breath around Kanon, increasingly restricting her movement. Simultaneously, Jack's attacks shifted from direct punches and kicks to elbow strikes and knee strikes, using the protruding bone blades at his joints to stab Kanon—whether it's "force absorption" or "raibe," no matter how high her defense, she can't be completely unharmed by a sharp blade, right? And if, like Honbu Izo, Jack were to sever her superficial blood vessels, allowing the virus to mix into her bloodstream, the battle would be over.

“Dr. Ying…you have done a great job. With this, I can defeat either Ye Hanon or Miyamoto Musashi!” Jack had already foreseen victory and was overjoyed, so his offensive became even more intense.

As for Kanon, while Jack's fists, kicks, and poisoned blades posed numerous dangers, what truly affected her mindset was the persistent bad breath surrounding her...

"Damn it, you're so despicable, Jack!" With this angry shout, Hanon kicked up a cloud of mud around her! Hanon had retreated to the lawn by the pond. The soil was soft, and she had been paying attention to loosening it while moving around. The mud that was kicked up now covered Jack's bad breath. Hanon took the opportunity to roll to the side and escape from the encirclement.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!" Jack spat out the dirt in his mouth, roared, and resumed his pursuit of Hanon. Although this encirclement had failed, he could still spew as much venom as he wanted, and as long as he patiently reorganized his strategy, the situation would always be in his favor.

Facing Ye Huayin, one of the strongest warriors in the world, as long as one can gain the upper hand or even win, then no matter how despicable, vile, or boring a battle tactic is, it is worth using it with all one's might!

But just as Jack burst out of the dusty mud and opened his mouth to spew out a foul stench, he was met head-on by a "water cannon"—Hane flashed to the edge of the pond, used "Air Stream," clasped her hands together, and slightly opened them to create a vacuum, drawing in a handful of water. She then aimed at Jack's big mouth and "launched a wave."

If the story of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" really existed, even Chief Qiao would have to exclaim upon seeing Hua Yin: "Isn't this the Dragon-Capturing Skill?"

"Pfft—Huh?" The "water cannon" entered his mouth and then poured back into his trachea and nasal cavity from his throat, making him feel unbearable. Jack was startled. What was this thing? But before he could react, everything went dark. It turned out that Hana had taken advantage of the moment to use "Unpredictable Transformation" to quickly pick up Jack's jacket from the ground and cover his face with it: "You, you can smell your own bad breath!"

"Ugh, ugh!" Jack was indeed nauseated by his own bad breath. At the same time, Kanon wrapped Jack's head with her coat and pulled him back. Jack, whose body was weak, was actually thrown to the ground by Kanon with a super over-the-shoulder throw!

Jack had already been severely injured by the main force, and now he was hit hard by Kanon. He was left with nothing but limbs flailing wildly, hoping to grab or scratch Kanon... like a drowning person who couldn't see the outside world and could only struggle haphazardly to survive.

"Got it!" Jack's arm was suddenly wrapped around something. He was first delighted, then shocked: "Wait a minute, even though she's a slender girl, her arms shouldn't be this thin..."

It wasn't Kanon's hand; rather, Kanon picked up the iron chain that headquarters had thrown away and quickly retied Jack. She wasn't good at bondage, so the process was a bit strenuous and her technique was rather clumsy, but given her martial arts background and Jack's severely injured state, she still managed to complete the task.

"I wonder if this is some kind of weird porn film set?" a bystander remarked.

Author's Note: After more than 800 chapters, the protagonist of this novel has finally reached the point where he can unleash powerful energy blasts! Congratulations! 233333

Section 825, Chapter 816: Night Talk on the Long Street

Honbu Izou woke up.

"Where am I?" He rubbed his eyes, then saw a bright moon in the sky: "Oh, am I still in the park?"

"It's not a park." At this moment, Hana's voice came from beside her: "I always felt that you were in a particularly good state in the park, and you were very excited. You would start fighting at the drop of a hat, so this is a bench on the street."

Headquarters was both amused and exasperated: "A bench on the street? I've become a homeless person?"

Sigh, from the very first meeting, Kanon mistook him for a homeless man. He has the air of a homeless man ingrained in his very bones...

However, he was still very grateful to Kanon: "It's getting late, and there are hardly any people on the streets. Kanon, you've been protecting me all this time... Thank you so much."

"No need to be polite. With technology these days, time flies by when you're on your phone." Huayin said calmly, "It's not appropriate to carry you back to my house, and it's a bit far to go back to your dojo. So let's compromise and wait for you to wake up on the street."

Both of them fell silent.

"Where is Jack? He..." The headquarters finally remembered the scene before he fell into a coma.

To this, Kanon simply shrugged: "I don't know, probably at the police station."

……

At the police station, several officers on night duty were watching Jack with trepidation. This giant, who was nearly 2.5 meters tall, was still taller than an average person even when sitting down, and he looked displeased. The officers were so scared that they didn't dare to take his statement.

"Hey, who exactly is that person? They're terrifying..."

"I don't know. A few brothers carried him back. He's been sitting here with a cold face ever since he arrived."

Wow! You really won't say a word?

"No, actually he can still speak, but he has lost all his teeth, so he speaks with a lisp and doesn't like to talk much, so no one can hear him clearly."

"Yeah, that guy looks too intimidating, no one would dare to question him! By the way, what was the reason the person who called the police gave?"

"Several people have called the police. Some said he behaved inappropriately in public and was offensive to public morals; others reported that he was illegally filming a movie in the park; still others described him fighting with others, trampling on the lawn, damaging public property, and almost breaking an ancient tree..."

"Huh? Fight? Who would dare to fight this monstrous, muscular man!"

"You know what, it seems he lost the fight. I heard that when he got to the police station, he was chained up, all his teeth were out, his ankles were cut by a sharp weapon, and there was a piece of clothing over his head, so he couldn't move at all..."

"Such a big guy and still lost, what a fucking disgrace."

……

Okay, let's put poor Jack aside for now and turn our attention back to the street. After waking up, Honbu Izo moved around a bit and felt sore all over. There were bruises from being beaten by Jack and fatigue from his body's immune system fighting off the virus: "Ouch, I'm probably going to lose three years of my lifespan now."

"Old people can't rely on their physical strength anymore!" Hanon complained. "Uncle Headquarters, you're really pushing yourself too hard."

“Actually… if I hadn’t been knocked down by the virus in Jack’s blood, my chances of winning would have been much higher if we had continued fighting.” The commander smiled, rolled up his sleeves, revealing that he was wearing wrist guards. Then the commander tapped his ankle, making a crisp sound, indicating that he also had leg guards there.

Finally, the commander lifted his coat, revealing a large number of various tools strapped to his coat. In addition to the tools used that night, there were at least four or five more, demonstrating that his combat strength was far from exhausted.

Hanon exclaimed in amazement, "Uncle, you're very well prepared!"

"There's no other way. Someone like me, who isn't good at hand-to-hand combat, can only rely on all sorts of well-prepared martial arts to protect everyone." The commander looked melancholy: "After tonight's battle with Jack, I'm very pleased. The genius Jack Vanma has embarked on a brand new path. He combines combat with science. If he's well-prepared, he can theoretically handle all kinds of opponents. He has a bright future! It was definitely my duty to protect him."

"Hey, Headquarters Uncle... even in this state, you're still talking about 'protecting' everyone?" Kanon was speechless. Headquarters had been acting like a madman these past two days, constantly talking about "protecting" people. If his brain had bullet comments, "protecting" would definitely be bombarded with them on the public screen.

Looking at the night sky, the headquarters staff suddenly said, "This morning, I went to the Tokugawa residence."

"Oh." Hanon didn't think there was anything wrong with it; it was perfectly normal for a warrior to visit Tokugawa Mitsunari's house.

But then the headquarters added, "There, Yujiro Hanma and Musashi Miyamoto fought."

"Hey! Hey hey hey! This is a super final battle!" Kanon was no longer calm: "Who won between the two of them? No, you're still discussing 'protecting' everyone from Musashi, so Musashi won?"

"They didn't decide a winner." Headquarters laughed, taking off his coat, then his inner armor, and finally his underwear—not to be lewd, but to show Kanon his injuries. Aside from the bruises Jack had just inflicted, Headquarters had a deep bruise running from his right shoulder to his right rib, seemingly the result of a blunt force blow. On his back, there was a bloody shoe print, clearly indicating a hard kick.

"At the most intense moment of Musashi and Yujiro's fight, I stepped in between them and ended the battle." The head of the unit smiled wryly and gestured to the dents on his body: "This was cut by Musashi's no-sword slash, and my back was kicked by Yujiro who interrupted me." He also touched his cheek: "Yujiro slapped me hard here too, but you can't see it now."

"...Uncle Headquarters, you're a real man, a real man." Kanon didn't know what to say. Breaking into the duel between Miyamoto Musashi and Hanma Yujiro was something even Kanon would find hard to muster the courage to do. Headquarters not only did it, but also endured attacks from two top fighters at the same time, and then came to duel with Jack in the middle of the night. What kind of spirit is that!

"Uncle, why are you doing this to yourself!"

"When two tigers fight, one will surely be injured." The headquarters' expression turned serious. "If I hadn't rushed in this morning, either Yujiro or Musashi would have been killed on the spot. And regardless of who won or lost, it would be a permanent loss to the martial arts world. You ask me what I'm 'protecting'? I'm protecting the martial arts of this era—no, the martial arts of all humanity! Every strong person is a bulwark of martial arts. Every loss diminishes a piece of its soil. Don't ask for whom the bell tolls; the bell tolls for you and me..."

"That sounds so profound." Kanon scratched her head. "I don't like to talk about big principles either. So, Yujiro and Musashi just stopped fighting?"

"Yes, they didn't continue fighting. They probably felt I had spoiled their fun and it was boring." The head of the unit shook his head self-deprecatingly. "I heard from Tokugawa that Yujiro later felt that the battle with Musashi could wait."

"Oh? Wait a little longer? Wait for what?" Hana asked. "When did Yujiro become such a coward! Is he the kind of person who has the patience to wait?"

"He said he wanted to wait until you and Musashi had settled the score before he would fight the winner."

Author's Note: Hmm, let's pause for a bit. The countdown to Kanon and Musashi's duel can begin now...

Section 826, Chapter 817: The Essence of Kanon

Upon hearing that Yujiro Hanma wanted to fight Miyamoto Musashi first, and then the winner of the two, Kanon's first reaction was...

"I didn't say I wanted a bicycle!"

The officer opposite her was taken aback: "What?"

"I said, I don't want to fight Musashi." Hanon shook her head vigorously: "Miyamoto Musashi is just a sword saint in your Japan. I'm Chinese, and I don't have any obsession with him. And Hanma Yujiro, that guy is so fierce. I don't want to fight him to the death for the title of the best in the world."

Headquarters chuckled, "Is it because you're Chinese that you're not interested in Japanese martial artists? But I think Retsu Kaioh is..."

"Brother Lie is an idiot." Hua Yin expressed her opinion directly: "He wants to fight every strong person, just like a child."

The headquarters was amused by Kanon's sarcastic remark: "Heh, I don't think Retsu Kaioh would mind being called that. But..." He changed the subject and returned to Kanon: "Kanon, you stopped Retsu Kaioh and Katsumi Guji from challenging Musashi, and you also saved Pikachu before, which shows that you also have a heart to protect everyone!"

"Perhaps, but we're not the same." Kanon had been talking to the headquarters for a long time and was getting a little tired of it: "First, I'm not a battle maniac, so I'd rather not challenge Musashi and Yujiro. Second, my protection is for everyone. If Musashi is going to kill Retsu Kaioh and Katsumi Guji today, I'll protect them. If Musashi goes to kill an innocent bystander tomorrow, I'll protect that bystander too. I don't think warriors are anything special—I think all life is precious!"

After saying this, Kanon ignored the headquarters' thoughts, turned around and hailed a taxi: "It's very late, I'm in a hurry to go home, goodbye."

But as she was about to get into the car and leave, Kanon hesitated for a moment and said again, "...Uncle Headquarters, you can't beat Jack or me. It's very dangerous to challenge Musashi. Forget it."

Watching the car drive away, the headquarters couldn't help but scratch its head: "Well, even though you keep saying you don't want to fight Musashi, Kanon, didn't you want to protect me too?"

He looked up at the night sky and said slowly, "Most martial artists have misjudged my headquarters, but have they ever truly understood Ye Huayin? She is a young woman with godlike strength, neither a rich heiress nor a proud daughter of heaven, nor is she the martial arts fanatic, fierce and arrogant person people imagine. She is just a kind-hearted person."

This wasn't just him talking to himself; he had a real audience. A figure appeared behind him—a young man dressed in night clothes, wearing a headscarf, with a baby face. It was none other than Kaiya, the special forces king who had fought against Kanon.

Kaiya walked over with a smile, standing shoulder to shoulder with Headquarters: "Headquarters teacher, how are your injuries?"

Hmm, judging from this title, so Kaeya is also a disciple of the main branch?

"It's nothing serious, I'll be fine after a few days of rest." The commander patted himself down, examining himself: "If I could easily subdue Jack, that would be fine, but I didn't expect him to have a 'transformation'... That virus made me feel like I was seriously ill, and my stamina is not up to par."

“Is that so? That’s a pity.” Kaiya shook his head. “Teacher, you may not be able to stop Miyamoto Musashi’s next duel.”

Headquarters frowned. He knew that now that Musashi had been resurrected, countless powerful individuals wanted to challenge him. In just a day or two, the threshold of the Tokugawa residence had been nearly worn down. However, both Musashi and Tokugawa Mitsunari were highly discerning individuals. Ordinary martial artists simply couldn't pique their interest, and naturally, they wouldn't fight Musashi. Even if they did, there would be no danger to their lives. On the contrary, those masters who had earned Musashi's recognition were truly in danger, especially those who could force Musashi to use his real sword.

"who is it?"

Kaiya didn't answer, nor did he need to. He simply raised his hand and tossed a newspaper to headquarters.

The newspaper carried a news article titled "Peco the Primitive Man Reappears, Kanda River Turns into Jurassic Park?" The article stated that Peco was hiding in the sewers and was discovered after preying on a giant crocodile. Now, the U.S. military, led by Dr. Payne, is trying to capture him.

"Oh, I forgot about him." After reading the news, the head of the department crumpled the newspaper and let out a heavy sigh: "It's impossible to guard against such things."

But headquarters still needs to protect Pico: "He also needs my protection. We can't just ignore him... unless... no, I'll do it myself."

Having just realized that Kanon was intentionally "protecting" him, the idea of ​​entrusting everything to Kanon flashed through his mind for a moment. Although he quickly dismissed the thought, he couldn't help but think about it in his spare time: "Even I think 'Kanon might really be able to do it.' It seems that the little girl has really grown to the level where she is qualified to deal with Miyamoto Musashi and Yujiro Hanma."

As for Kaeya, who was standing next to Headquarters, he was muttering what Headquarters had just said.

"Is Hanon a pushover? Maybe, but she's really strong!" Kaia fought Hanon during the "Sikorsky Battle" and lost badly, leaving a deep impression on him: "When a good person possesses extraordinary power... isn't that what a superhero is like?"

Well, everyone has their own little thoughts. That night, Yujiro Hanma drank alone until dawn. He met with Musashi Miyamoto. Although his mood was eventually interrupted by the headquarters, he had already exchanged a few blows with Musashi before that, which was quite satisfying. In the future, he will wait for the winner between Musashi and Kanon to have the final battle with him.

The main force, accompanied by Kaiya, returned to the dojo to recuperate, hoping to prevent the battle between Musashi and Pikachu in a few days.

Pico ate and slept well in the sewers, completely unaware of what was to come... In a sense, he was the happiest person.

After Miyamoto Musashi and Tokugawa discussed their upcoming battle with Pike, they retrieved the famous sword they had used years ago and were polishing its blade, cultivating their sword intent.