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It turns out that the commander had already lost consciousness; he was being pushed here in a wheelchair!

From behind the wheelchair, Hanon peeked out and looked at Pike, who was covered in blood, and clicked her tongue: "Idiot, you're not a fighter. If you realized you couldn't win, why didn't you run away sooner?"

Author's Note: This chapter has quite a lot of words. But the fight between Kanon and Musashi probably won't start tomorrow...

Section 834, Chapter 825: This Damn Sense of Responsibility!

Let's rewind time.

Honbu Izo stood in front of the Tokyo Dome, his face serious. He knew that the duel between Pike and Musashi was about to take place here. Regardless of the outcome, it would be a bloody battle, and there would likely be casualties. If either Musashi or Pike were to suffer a loss, it would be a regret for humanity in the field of martial arts.

"Phew, although my injuries haven't fully healed, I'm the only one who can help now." The commander took a deep drag on his cigarette, determined to stand up and fight Musashi no matter what.

"Sir." At that moment, a patrol officer walked over and patted the officer on the shoulder: "Smoking is prohibited in the plaza surrounding the stadium."

"Oh, okay." The headquarters staff quickly apologized, stubbed out their cigarettes rather undignifiedly, and moved aside.

Before leaving, the headquarters looked back at the Tokyo Dome one last time: "Tomorrow..."

Huh? "Tomorrow"?

That's a bit too far back in time! The above is what happened last night. As for just now... when Izou arrived at the Tokyo Dome basement with mixed feelings, he was stopped by Kanon in the parking lot.

"Kane?" The head of the unit frowned. He had a bad feeling. He forced a smile and said, "Hehe, why aren't you watching from the stands? What are you doing here?"

Hanon reached out and pointed her jade finger at the headquarters: "Uncle, stop beating around the bush, I came here for you." Then she hooked her finger back: "Let's not stay in the parking lot, let's find a place inside the arena."

Having said that, Motobu didn't say anything more and silently followed Kanon to Tokugawa Mitsunari's reception room. This room was usually only used by Tokugawa, but now that the old man Tokugawa had gone to watch the fight, the backstage area was very quiet, and only Kanon and Motobu were in the large room.

Once they arrived, the commander finally spoke, asking, "Are you going to stop me from challenging Musashi?"

Hanon nodded: "Mm."

Headquarters then asked, "How did you know I was going to challenge Musashi today?"

"I didn't know, I was just kidding you," Kanon said, giving a surprising answer to headquarters. "But now I know."

"Hey, you..." Headquarters was dumbfounded: "What kind of operation is this?"

Hanon sighed softly and began to calculate for the headquarters: "Among the warriors I know, the two most likely to challenge Musashi, Retsukai and Katsumi Guji, have both lost their bets with me, so they won't provoke Musashi. Senior Guji Doppo has already lost to Musashi, thankfully without any fatalities. Although Mr. Shibukawa is very warlike, he's extremely cowardly and will definitely know his limits, so I don't need to worry about his safety... And then there's Jack Hanma. I spoke with Eiichi on the phone; Jack's leg injury won't heal quickly, and he's also waiting in line for new modification surgery, so he won't be attacking Musashi in the short term either. So, you're the most dangerous one, Headquarters Uncle!" She told Headquarters, "Whether you challenge Musashi today or not, I will keep you by my side and keep a close watch on you."

"Oh, oh, oh, Uncle, I'm so touched~" The head of the unit laughed: "You're clearly still a young girl, but you worry about everyone like an old mother! But I want to ask, how many martial artists are there in the world, and how famous is Miyamoto Musashi? As long as he's alive, there will be a constant stream of martial artists challenging him. You can stop Retsu Kaioh, stop Katsumi Guji, stop Jack from stopping me, but can you stop everyone who challenges Musashi? Besides, if I don't challenge Musashi today, but challenge him tomorrow, will you still stay by my side forever?"

The barrage of questions left Kanon speechless, and the tone of the head of the unit returned to calm: "Actually, I can tell that you've already figured it out."

Kanon nodded again: "Mmm..."

Top-tier martial artists possess a tacit understanding with each other, especially since Kanon and the head of the headquarters had recently had a long, late-night conversation, exchanging their perspectives. They are all martial artists with a belief in "protecting others," and when faced with similar situations, their thoughts and choices would be largely the same—

Musashi is dangerous, Musashi is alluring, like a torch that attracts moths, gorgeous yet deadly. As long as Musashi is not defeated, the world's fighters will live in danger for another day. Many people will want to fight Musashi, and there will inevitably be deaths and injuries... Therefore, someone must stand up and defeat Musashi, just like Kanon once defeated Pike, breaking the obsession of many fighters with Musashi.

The reason why the main force is so determined to challenge Musashi is that he believes that he has mastered a wide variety of martial arts and is the most likely person to defeat Musashi. He feels it is his responsibility and obligation to stand up and break through the barriers for other martial artists!

At this moment, Kanon stopped the main body. Whether she thought about it that deeply or not, the meaning of this action was the same: Kanon felt that the main body could not defeat Musashi, and that if he went up, he would only be a casualty. At least she was stronger than the main body, and if someone were to challenge Musashi, the main body would have to be ranked after Kanon!

"Hey, can't I be a little selfish and only care about the safety of those close to me? I'll just stop you from challenging them, and if necessary, I'll beat you so badly that you can't move, wouldn't that solve the problem?" Hanon wanted to struggle a little more in a self-deceptive way.

However, the headquarters immediately said, "You said that even if Musashi attacks ordinary people, you will stand up to protect everyone. I think someone with such awareness is definitely not a selfish person who only cares about those around them and cherishes their reputation. If you come to stop me today, you will also stop others in the future. The real solution is to defeat Musashi once and for all."

Hanon smiled bitterly. Her damn sense of responsibility... Last time, she was the one who stepped in to defeat Pike, and this time she has to deal with Musashi again. What if someone is resurrected in the future? Does Hanon have to play the role of savior forever?

She gritted her teeth, indignant: "It's a pity that bastard Yujiro Hanma is a madman who doesn't take responsibility for being strong at all. Otherwise, he should have been the one to deal with Musashi!"

“Yujiro is a god. His power is divine, and gods don’t care about the life and death of mortals.” Honbu is a kindred spirit of Yujiro and has studied Yujiro’s philosophy of detachment from the world very well.

Then he changed the subject: "Musashi is also a god, possessing awe-inspiring power. Battles between gods are tragic, causing too much damage, regardless of which side wins... so it's better to leave it to me, a mortal."

"Huh?" Kanon raised an eyebrow. Judging from the tone of the headquarters, he still wanted to challenge Musashi? "I've already told you you're no match for me, Headquarters-kun. Leave Musashi to me..."

"You are a god too, Kanon!" the headquarters interrupted. "You are a rising star, and I don't want you to fall halfway. Although you have a compassionate heart to save all living beings, this time, the one who will fight Musashi is ultimately me."

Hanon took a deep breath—"In the end, we still need to fight a match first."

Author's Note: This is the first update today. There will definitely be a second update, and a third update is up to chance... There's a high probability it will be, but it will be late.

Section 835, Chapter 826: Headquarters' Mouth, a Deceitful Ghost

“Yes, after all, we are all martial artists, so it’s better to decide based on martial arts skills.” The headquarters did not hesitate and readily admitted their thoughts.

There's nothing more to say then. Both of them are experienced. Kanon immediately started to warm up, while Honbu pulled out a bottle of alcohol from his waist and handed it to him: "Want to have a couple of sips before the fight starts?"

"No need." Huayin shook her head: "Last time you drugged the wine you gave me."

Not embarrassed, the head of the unit withdrew his hand, put the bottle on the ground, and laughed: "The cause of the past has led to the result of today's events. It is understandable that you do not want to drink... This is fine. Today's wine has pufferfish toxin in it. If you really drink it, even if you have a good constitution, you will inevitably have to stay in the hospital for three to five days."

"Hey, you're being really despicable right now, Headquarters Uncle!" Kanon complained.

"Despicable? I was just diligently preparing for the battle—that's all." As the last "that's all" was uttered, a needle hidden in the mouth of the commander was also uttered. This super combat expert actually hid this in his mouth, truly living up to his name of "hiding a needle in his words".

The flying needles were extremely fine and incredibly fast, launched a surprise attack while mixed in with her words, making them extremely difficult to defend against. To others, it seemed as if the speaker had simply broken his voice—a mistake anyone makes, but the flying needles had already silently approached Hanon's eyes. When they weren't fighting, they could be friendly, but once the battle began, they were ruthless, each move a vicious and deadly strike!

There was nothing that could be done about it; after all, the headquarters was facing Kanon.

Ye Huayin, the dignified Sea Emperor of the Chinese Martial Arts Province, the number one gangster, the King of the Kengan Association, and the champion of the Tokyo Dome Underground Arena, is no ordinary person, as any one of these titles would make her an absolute powerhouse who dominates the world.

Sure enough, the flying needle stopped in front of Huayin, its tip gently piercing the tip of a white fingertip, before being trapped inside the flesh.

"As expected of you—." The commander exclaimed in admiration. He also took a deep breath at the end of his sentence, and another flying needle shot out from his mouth, still aiming at Hanon's eyes.

While the hidden weapon technique of the main branch is not considered to be the pinnacle, this is not a battle of hidden weapons, but a psychological battle. After the first flying needle attack was detected, the second flying needle was shot along the same route. Not to mention ordinary people, even highly skilled martial artists would be caught off guard!

Even Hanon was startled by the continuous flying needles. Fortunately, her reaction was already at a level of superhuman ability, like that of Aguya Kiyoaki and Kongo Agon. At the last moment, she noticed the attack of the flying needles, twisted her body, and turned her head to the side, narrowly avoiding the flying needles that were hitting her face.

However, Kanon misjudged the situation, and this slight turn of her head gave the main force a good opportunity to pursue!

No one knows how many flying needles this uncle had hidden in his mouth. This time, he didn't need to speak to cover up. His mouth was like a Gatling gun that was firing 36,000 times per breath. "Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft," he spat out eleven or twelve flying needles as thin as mosquitoes. Some shot towards his eyes, some towards his lips, and some towards his cheek acupoints. In short, they were all aimed at Huayin's face!

When Hanon forcibly turned her head to avoid the second needle, her body stiffened, making it difficult for her to move in the face of the lightning-fast flying needles—the speed of these flying needles was comparable to that of bullets, and even the normal "Wufang Huanbian" could not outrun them!

Reflected in her eyes the flying needles, Hanon was in grave danger. A thought flashed through her mind: "Damn it, if only I had a magnet..."

Unfortunately, there was no magnet. If anything attracted these flying needles, it was only Hanon's face—more than ten flying needles all pierced Hanon's face!

"Hit!" The commander was overjoyed and leaped forward to give chase, but halfway through his attack, his joy suddenly cooled: "No, no! Ye Huayin is such a powerful figure. If my first surprise attack had been successful, she wouldn't have achieved her current status."

It was this one wrong thought that saved the headquarters itself. His steps slowed down by half a beat, and the Kanon in front of him was like a devil, with a face full of steel needles, and swung a slash from bottom to top - "Finger Razor"!

Well, at this moment, Kanon was truly like a devil. Do you know how she dealt with the flying needles aimed at her face? In an instant, she mobilized every muscle in her face, performing a facial transformation. Her beautiful, delicate, and stunningly pretty face was transformed into a giant fleshy ball more terrifying than a female ghost in a horror movie. The swollen muscles on her face completely enveloped and protected her features. The flying needles, which were stuck in the muscles, were naturally ineffective. Instead, Kanon used them to create a trap to lure the headquarters.

Enraged by the flying needles, Hanon unleashed her "Finger Razor" attack with great force. Even though the main force had anticipated her fate and saved her life, Hanon's fingertips still tore her clothes, impacting her from her left rib to her right shoulder.

The main force hurriedly retreated, but because they retreated too quickly, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. At the same time, Kanon launched a pursuit. The muscles in her face relaxed again, restoring her original beautiful appearance. Well, except that there was a ring of steel needles stuck around the edge of her face, making her look like a lion. Was she cosplaying as the Lion King here?

But aesthetics were no longer an issue; Kanon activated her "Unpredictable Transformation" instantly, rushing towards headquarters at lightning speed.

Given Kanon's speed, the headquarters would likely have a hard time reacting, and even if they did, it would be difficult to counter her. And even if they did manage to counter her, it would be hard for Kanon's abilities to be effective.

However, the main force actually escaped this attack.

Hanon, who was in pursuit, was suddenly jolted, followed by a muffled thud. Hanon's body was thrown to the side, and the muffled thud turned into the sound of shattering glass: "Crash!"

It was a wine bottle, the same poisoned wine that Headquarters had offered to Kanon earlier. Headquarters had casually placed it on the ground, and when Headquarters was forced to sit down by Kanon's "Finger Razor" attack, he casually picked it up to meet the charging Kanon.

This man isn't a physical fighter; his own fists and feet aren't enough to threaten Kanon. But this bottle is heavy and large, and blunt force damage can be significant. Kanon, who was charging, was like a golf ball being hit and thrown around!

But it was just an ordinary glass bottle after all. It was already quite remarkable that it could produce a rustling sound before shattering. We dared not hope for more success.

"Is it fashionable to hit people with golf clubs these days?" After enduring all the damage with her "Indestructible" body, Kanon still had the leisure to make a sarcastic remark. She then bounced off the ground, reactivating "Unlimited Illusion" and charging towards headquarters once more.

What other options does headquarters have this time?

"Pfft—" Another foreign object was spat out of her mouth, reflecting the light in the indoor lamplight, and it flew towards Hanon's face again.

"Although there's a saying that 'a man's mouth is a liar', Uncle Honbu, you've said way too much!"

Author's Note: The third update is in progress, it will be a bit slow.

Section 836, Chapter 827: Trying to be clever will lead nowhere!

The object that the main body spat out was caught in mid-air by Hanon's hand. Hanon felt something slippery and warm in her hand, smelled a pungent odor, and then felt a sharp pain in her palm, which made her startled: "Oh no, it's poison?"

When the commander saw that Hanon had put down the "hidden weapon," he was overjoyed and stood up to prepare to attack. However, as soon as he stood up, before he could take a step forward, he saw that Hanon's momentum had not diminished. She swung her arm and pushed forward with the palm that had put down the "hidden weapon."

"No way!" The headman was startled. He knew what the "hidden weapon" that Kanon had pulled out was. That thing must not be used on the face! In the nick of time, the headman did not have time to dodge. He could only slightly raise his body and use his chest instead of his face to receive Kanon's palm strike.

At the same time, Kanon also noticed: "The feeling on the head office uncle's body is not right."

But she didn't stop exerting force; with a powerful push, she sent the main unit flying far away, crashing into the wall.

With this push, the two created some distance between them, allowing Kanon and the main body to rest for a while.

The main body was truly exhausted, both physically and mentally. It would be extremely difficult for him to deal with Kanon, given his skills. Although the battle had been brief, lasting only a few dozen seconds from the moment he spat out the first flying needle to when Kanon pushed him away, the main body had exhausted all his strength and mental energy in those few dozen seconds.

The saying goes, "Fighting is like climbing a mountain, each step a new height." Martial arts are a test of concentration; as long as you grit your teeth and keep going, you'll eventually reach the summit and see a better view. But if you fall halfway, victory is handed over to the enemy. This principle isn't hard to understand. The problem is that the opponent Izang is currently facing, Ye Huayin, might be a Mount Everest…

"Huff, huff, so tired..." Headquarters gasped, "However, this kind of exhaustion will continue until I defeat Kanon. I don't know if I can hold on."

As for Hanon, she was also resting and adjusting. She didn't feel tired, but she needed to remove the steel needles around her face and deal with the unknown liquid on her palms.

"It's concentrated sulfuric acid..." Hana-on acted decisively, using the fingernail of her other hand to scratch and pull at her palm, which was stained with sulfuric acid, tearing off a large piece of flesh. It looked really painful!

As a young girl, Hanon could naturally feel this pain. She frowned and even squeezed out a few tears.

However, when Kanon spoke, she was still praising the headquarters: "You actually hid a capsule containing concentrated sulfuric acid in your mouth. Aren't you afraid of accidentally biting it open and then you'll be in trouble?"