A muscular girl is presented to the passionate world of crossover anime.

Kanon's super strong defense is a headache, but the main force can both attack and defend. Even without a winning position, they still have an advantage.

"Okay, I admit I can't break free." After several attempts, Kanon finally managed to break the chain. The headquarters' claim that it was made of excellent material was no exaggeration... But who said Kanon couldn't do it?

"If I can't break free of the chains, can't I break free of the chain-breaking technique?"

The headquarters dismissed this as a joke: "I've restrained your lower back, knees, ankles, and one right arm. You only have your left hand, and there's empty space in all directions. There aren't even any props for you to grab or use. How are you going to make a remake?"

Further talk is pointless; let's see the results...

Continuing in "Valkyrie Mode," Kanon raised her left hand high, clenched it into a fist, and slammed it into the ground!

Author's Note: There will be one more chapter in a bit, then this will be over.

Section 839, Chapter 830: In the end, one person bore the entire burden.

If there are blank spaces in all directions, all dead ends, does that mean there is no way to go?

This is how it is in the two-dimensional world, but if you look at it in the three-dimensional world, space is three-dimensional, and there are actually six directions: front, back, left, right, up, and down.

Hanon's punch was aimed at the ground beneath the space in front of her!

"Boom!" It goes without saying how heavy Hanon's punches were in "Valkyrie Mode". The thick tiles on the ground shattered into countless pieces and flew everywhere. Hanon threw one punch after another, and in the blink of an eye, she threw three or four punches. The entire ground was damaged and a large hole was dug out!

"Good heavens! She's going underground!" Headquarters exclaimed, stunned by Kanon's actions, only realizing what had happened after a second of stunned silence. Seeing the ground crumble and disintegrate like tofu after Kanon's blows, Headquarters felt a pang of panic: "She's digging underground, flipping herself over, and my grappling technique will be broken!"

At this moment, the commander couldn't even marvel at Kanon's destructive power. He quickly went to lock Kanon's left arm, with only one thought in his mind: no matter what, he couldn't let Kanon hit anymore!

Hanon has indeed stopped playing.

Breaking through the ground to break an inescapable lock is an absurd idea. Kanon might be able to do it, but for her, it's the worst possible option—too exhausting! She has better choices.

Let someone like Yujiro Hanma do the brute force! Kanon is an elegant fighter. She needs to dig through a layer of floor tiles and also needs the headquarters to lock her left arm. But only when both conditions are met will it be time for Kanon to reveal her true intentions.

Digging open the ground was to create space to maneuver, and luring the headquarters to lock the left arm was to cause the headquarters' locking technique to shift the center of gravity. What Kanon used to break the locking technique was not strength, but technique - the technique of "power dissipation".

In the space created after the tiles were destroyed, Hanon's body sank slightly, then sprang up with lightning speed—in a very short time and at a very close distance, she lost strength and tensed up again. It was no longer a clever trick like muscle thrusts; Hanon used her entire body to complete a "force neutralization" maneuver!

"What?" The headquarters, which had not anticipated the sudden and enormous impact, was thrown back by the force of the impact, crashing straight into the four- or five-meter-high roof before falling heavily back down.

Blunt impact damage had no effect on Superman Kanon, but it was an extremely serious injury to the ordinary man, Benbu. Benbu coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling dizzy and disoriented from the shock. His entire lower body was paralyzed from the impact, and he could not stand up at all, so he could only sit on the ground.

As for Kanon, after being thrown off by the main body, she successfully rolled over. Taking advantage of the main body's dizziness, she reached out to untie the steel chains wrapped around her feet, saying enviously as she worked, "This material is really strong! Even I can't break it. I should look it up when I get back and use it to make some equipment for me."

As she spoke, the chains were released, and the fully-equipped "Valkyrie" Kanon stood up.

Meanwhile, Izou, the head of the headquarters, also recovered from his severe injuries, and his vision finally cleared up.

However, what happened next was a flash before his eyes—Kane, in "Valkyrie Mode," used "Unpredictable Transformation," moving at a speed of thousands of miles in an instant, and appeared in front of him.

The headquarters didn't have time to react. His physical abilities were already inferior to Kanon's, let alone Kanon in her best condition against the disoriented headquarters.

More than a year ago, Junichi Hanada, a disciple of the main branch, competed with "Joaquin" for a spot in the Tokyo Dome underground arena, but was instantly defeated by Kanon's "trigger pull". Now it's the turn of the main branch, the master.

Kanon's palm covered Honbu Izo's chin.

Just over a year ago, in this very spacious reception room, Kanon defeated sumo yokozuna Kinryuzan, earning another chance to compete for her "big brother" (yokozuna). Meanwhile, Motobe Izo had already proven that his hand-to-hand combat was inferior to Kinryuzan's.

So, Kanon's attack encountered no resistance, no countermeasures, and no unexpected events. She pulled the trigger, feeling the familiar touch and seeing the familiar outcome...

He collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.

"Uncle, you have the power of life and death over me~"

Unfortunately, Honbu Izo couldn't hear this. He fell into a coma. When he woke up, he found himself lying face down on the ground with his butt sticking out, with something extremely heavy and wet on his back... What's going on?

With difficulty, he raised his head and saw the person in front of him clearly—it was Pike, covered in blood, crying in his arms. His whole body was covered in Pike's saliva, blood, and tears.

The headquarters staff were completely bewildered and were about to ask when they heard Kanon's voice from behind them: "He was killed by Musashi."

“Oh, it’s Musashi… no, it can only be Musashi.” The headquarters’ surprise lasted only a moment before he understood. He opened his arms and hugged Pico as well: “You did a great job! You survived against Miyamoto Musashi.”

"Ugh—" Hana voice behind her exclaimed in disgust, "How can you even carry Pike with that smell!"

Uh, Pike does smell pretty bad. He's been living in the sewers for a while now, eating raw meat and drinking raw water. Now he's been slashed by Musashi and is covered in blood. The smell is indescribable. The fact that he can just hug him without batting an eye really makes him look like a homeless person...

The headquarters didn't care. He was still holding Pike, but he turned his head and teased Kanon: "Hehehe, Kanon, we've known each other for so long, and this sentence is the most fitting for a rich young lady. It's definitely an attitude of looking down on others from the upper class."

"Tsk, I'm not going to wear that hat, the leather just smells awful!" Hana rolled her eyes: "I don't despise him, I'm going to 'avenge' him."

"Oh, right..." The headquarters naturally understood what Kanon meant. It was Musashi who injured Pike. Now everyone is in the entrance passage, so as long as they go out, they will naturally see that peerless swordsman.

The officer instinctively tried to struggle, groping his body, but found nothing.

Hana shook her head: "Don't bother looking. While you were unconscious, I threw away all the weapons on you, and even got a metal detector when I borrowed a wheelchair from the security guard. I scanned you from head to toe."

"Oh my, those things are so expensive, I'm not a tycoon." The head of the unit was sobbing with heartache: "You even took my belt? When Pike hugged me so tightly, my pants almost fell down."

"So, you old man with loose pants shouldn't bother challenging Musashi." The head of the unit's words were somewhat teasing and flirtatious, but Kanon didn't take it to heart, after all, she was a man in her previous life.

She focused solely on the matter at hand, speaking seriously: "Uncle, if I am inferior to Musashi, then you, who cannot even defeat me, have even less right to challenge him. If I am stronger than Musashi, then you should feel at ease letting me defeat him, so that we can protect everyone. If I am on the same level as Musashi... then I must tell you, with my or Musashi's abilities, we might still be defeated by you if we are careless for a moment, but as long as we are a little serious, muster our spirits, and act ruthlessly, you will not have the slightest chance."

These words effectively sealed the fate of the battle between Kanon and the headquarters. From any perspective, the headquarters had lost the right to challenge Musashi. He sighed softly, "In the end, you still protected me, little Kanon... To be honest, when I first met you, I didn't realize you were such a reliable person."

"Maybe I really wasn't strong enough back then." Hanon shrugged. "But people grow, you know~"

Having said that, she strode towards the arena to see Musashi.

Section 840, Chapter 831: Reasons for Not Fighting

Both Kanon's and the main story are flashbacks; in fact, less than two minutes elapsed between Pike's escape and Kanon walking out of the entrance passage.

But the audience felt like they had been waiting for two days.

"Pico escaped, and Musashi neither pursued nor left the scene; he's waiting..." The warriors discussed among themselves: "Who is it that could make Pico call for help and Musashi on guard?"

The answer isn't hard to guess. Given Miyamoto Musashi's demonstrated strength, there are only a handful of people in the world who are worthy of his serious attention, and Yujiro Hanma certainly wouldn't be someone Pico would turn to for help...

It's Ye Huayin!

As Hanon walked out of the entrance passage, even though she was mentally prepared, a collective gasp came from the stands, and the martial artists' breathing became heavy in unison.

"It's you, little girl." Musashi wasn't surprised by Kanon's appearance. He had witnessed Kanon's strength firsthand, and he had heard about Kanon's deeds from Tokugawa Mitsunari and Guji Doppo that day. He had even attended a few more classes afterward. So, even though Musashi had only been resurrected for a short time, he actually had some idea of ​​who might appear.

Musashi was excited: "Listen, listen, you can tell from the atmosphere that everyone is looking forward to something, but they didn't react like this when I was on the field. This amazement is for you! No, it should be said that the duel between 'Miyamoto Musashi' and you has caught these people off guard. Their intense curiosity has made them breathe. Little girl, you are a master that everyone recognizes—they think you have a chance of winning against me, Musashi."

An excited Musashi spoke at length, but Kanon reacted coldly, only rolling her eyes and uttering a few words: "That's just how it is."

"Hehehe, what a cold brat." Musashi's hand returned to the scabbard of "Nameless Golden Heavy"—it was Iai! "But there's no point in talking between warriors. Since you're so confident, then come and test your sword."

Are they about to start a fight over the slightest disagreement?

"Oh dear, oh dear! Please wait a moment!" The arena's owner, Tokugawa Mitsunari, finally came to his senses and jogged down from the stands to the middle of Kanon and Musashi.

He didn't dare to advise Musashi, so he said to the easy-going Kanon, "Miss Kanon, are you going to challenge Musashi now?"

Hanon raised an eyebrow: "Is that not allowed?"

"Ah, of course!" Tokugawa Mitsunari couldn't possibly refuse a peerless master, especially a duel between two peerless masters. However, because Musashi and Kanon were so "precious," Tokugawa hoped they would be in better condition during the battle: "But no matter what, starting the fight today is too hasty. After all, Musashi just fought with Pike..."

“It’s alright,” Musashi said, dismissing Tokugawa’s reasoning: “You need to be more understanding, Tokugawa! If I need to kill someone, I can do it anytime.”

"What a madman." Hanon first made a sarcastic remark about Musashi, then said to Tokugawa, "Grandpa, in terms of fatigue, I just fought with Uncle Headquarters too~ In terms of physical fitness, I'm on the same starting line as Musashi."

After being refuted by Musashi and Kanon, Tokugawa had nothing to do but say: "Since both sides agree to fight, I naturally have no objection."

Unexpectedly, Kanon waved her hand and said, "Wait a minute, I didn't say I wanted to challenge Musashi."

"Pfft—" Tokugawa almost choked on his own saliva: "You don't want to challenge Musashi?" He held back the rest of his sentence—"Then why are you being so serious here?"

"I want to challenge Musashi, but not today." Seeing Tokugawa's exasperated state, Hanon felt a surge of pleasure from her mischievousness before continuing, "The time is set for..."

"Hey, what are you saying to Tokugawa?" Hanon was interrupted by Miyamoto Musashi. Hanon looked up and found that Musashi had somehow gotten so close to her that they were less than a meter apart.

"Whoa!" Tokugawa was caught between the two and immediately felt immense pressure. His old bones, which were not skilled in martial arts, could not withstand this, so he quickly stepped back, leaving Musashi and Kanon to face each other directly.

Musashi's hand remained on the hilt of his sword, which was still sheathed, but his gaze was sharp and piercing. In terms of both aura and will, he had already unleashed seven or eight slashes at Kanon!

However, these "blades of will" had no effect—Musashi's gaze swept over Kanon's vital points, and Kanon's gaze followed Musashi's line of sight. Musashi's "sword intent" could be seen as a kind of hypnosis, making the opponent's brain believe that they had been cut, thus affecting the body's reaction. Now that Kanon was on guard everywhere and her mind was completely intact, it was equivalent to completely withstanding these attacks.

Finally, Musashi sheathed his sword, and the two finished their exchange of blows in the air. Kanon's gaze was drawn forward, and she met Musashi's eyes.

A battle of wills is just a game, and Musashi wouldn't take it to heart, but his tone still carried a hint of dissatisfaction: "The one who decided whether to start a war now wasn't Tokugawa, so what are you talking to him about?"

Ah, I see. Musashi was unhappy with Kanon's appointment with Tokugawa, but he overlooked him, the real Musashi. That was indeed Kanon's mistake. Subconsciously, he treated Musashi as a puppet, needing "guardians" like Dr. Pain and Tokugawa to make the decision.

Hanon scratched her head sheepishly: "Sorry, it's my fault."

Musashi was still somewhat resentful, and his tone was firm: "Why don't you want to fight now? Are you scared?"

Huayin retorted, "Can't I take care of other things?"

"Fine!" Musashi snorted coldly, not refuting Kanon, but he said, "But the decision is not yours."

"Huh?" Suddenly, everyone in the arena gasped in surprise. Zhu Mei even screamed. They saw Miyamoto Musashi suddenly attack, unleashing an Iaijutsu and slashing at Hanon with lightning speed!

Yes, a friendly spar is an agreed-upon activity, but a life-or-death struggle only requires one party to have the intent to kill. If Miyamoto Musashi were to strike Kanon now, would Kanon just stand there and let him cut her down?

That sword came so fast! That was Miyamoto Musashi! Even though people have just witnessed him slashing Pike many times, they still can't grasp the moment Musashi drew his sword. They only see the phantom of the sword appearing out of thin air, flashing and disappearing in an instant, and the upward slash is already completed.

However, Hanon reacted quickly. As the sword light attacked, she activated "Unparalleled Illusion" and retreated gracefully. The sword energy attack was completely neutralized by "Thunder Department".

So, was Musashi's sword strike a success or a failure?

"Didn't hit?" Musashi frowned slightly, not expecting that his Iaijutsu, which he launched at close range, had failed to draw blood.

"Didn't dodge?" Huayin frowned slightly. She hadn't expected that even though she had used her best skill, from prediction to evasion to deflection, which was all of a high standard, her clothes were still torn by this sword.

Yes, Musashi's upward thrust cut across the center line of Kanon's body, tearing her clothes in half. The clothes were split in the middle, becoming a piece of cloth draped over her body, barely covering her. However, a line in the middle revealed her jade-like skin, showing the outline of her lower abdomen, navel, and lower breasts.

"Tsk, this is like a photoshoot." Hanon clicked her tongue, displeased, and shouted at Musashi, "Now you know why I don't want to fight you today? The clothes don't fit!"

Ah, that's actually a reasonable reason. Kanon is a girl, so covering her body is very important. It's just that she's too strong and has always fought hand-to-hand combat. In the past, very few of her opponents could damage her clothes. Until she met Musashi, such a strange person, who has a sharp sword and unparalleled skills. He is truly Kanon's most terrifying enemy.

“Hmm, although in my time there was no distinction between men and women on the battlefield, it’s not hard to understand why a young girl in this new era would care.” Musashi sheathed his sword, rubbed his chin, and seemed to understand Kanon’s reasoning: “So, when we officially engage in battle, will you be wearing armor?”

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“I don’t need armor. That thing might not be as strong as my own defense, and it might not be able to stop your attacks.” Hanon pulled at her parted clothes to prevent her outfit from being too revealing: “Three days from now, I will wear appropriate clothes to fight you.”

Author's Note: So, is it really possible to fight in three days?