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Kuroki stared intently at the arena, his gaze fixed on Miyamoto Musashi: "Don't forget, Musashi has another sword that he hasn't drawn yet."

Kanon circled around Musashi, actually finding opportunities several times, but whenever she decided to push her "finger razor" a few inches closer to cut Musashi's skin, she would become wary and even fearful, instinctively pulling her hand back and continuing to circle...

Finally, Hanon pushed off with both legs and jumped away.

"Oh..." Seeing Hanon jump away, Musashi actually let out a soft sigh, as if he was very regretful: "Little girl, you are too timid."

Hanon said calmly, "I think I'm just being cautious."

"You're not easily provoked... That's true. If you were reckless, you wouldn't have chosen to jump away." Musashi suddenly revealed an excited expression: "Hmph, cautious opponents are not easy to fool and are the most difficult to deal with. However, although such people are annoying, the sense of accomplishment is the greatest when you actually kill them."

"Master, what's going on?" The third group of master and apprentices on the platform were having a lesson, and this time it was Adam who asked the question.

His teacher, Shibukawa Takeki, also possessed extremely profound martial arts skills. At this moment, he was marveling at Musashi and Kanon's performance: "Impressive, impressive! Is this what the ancient Chinese meant by 'A hundred victories are not as good as one act of forbearance, and ten thousand words are not as good as one silence'? I've truly witnessed it!"

Adam was even more confused: "What exactly is this...?"

"Just now, Musashi was chasing after me with his sword and was running for his life. He was in a very passive position. Perhaps many of those openings were real. If Kanon could seize them, she could seriously injure Musashi! But apart from Musashi himself, Kanon, you and I, and no one else knows whether those openings are traps or real loopholes. This is because Musashi has another sword at his waist that has not been drawn, like the Sword of Damocles, always hanging over his head. This makes Kanon worry that every time she wants to make a move, Musashi will launch a surprise attack with a second sword and turn the tables."

Mr. Shibukawa analyzed: "Therefore, the balance of power does not lie in whether Musashi's sword can catch up with Kanon's movements, but in whether Kanon dares to gamble on Musashi's weakness being real... In the end, she did not gamble, in other words, even though Musashi had Iaijutsu, he was unable to strike."

“I see.” Adam tapped his hands together. “This Fvcking samurai looks so confident. If the young lady really attacks him, she will most likely fall into his trap.”

Shibukawa shook his head angrily: "No, Musashi is a cunning strongman who is good at bluffing. No one knows whether his confidence is real or fake. The situation just now was very strange. Even I might not have been able to hold back. Kanon is so young, yet she has such a mind. She is really amazing."

Hanon's composure is largely thanks to the help of her friends recently, who have been keeping her in a constant state of combat for several days, maximizing her fighting instincts. As for her fighting will... well...

She was still in the sage time of fighting, so what use was it for Musashi to reveal those flaws with alluring charm?

"It seems that using unconventional methods won't work; we have no choice but to confront them head-on." Musashi lowered his head, raised his hand, and drew his second famous sword, "Daibannya Nagako," from his waist, facing Kanon.

The swordsman Miyamoto Musashi's "Niten Ichi-ryu" has finally arrived in the world in its most perfect form.

Author's Note: There will be two updates today, each over 3,000 words, so the battle between Kanon and Musashi won't end too abruptly. There will be one more chapter tonight.

Section 864, Chapter 855: The Intrusion of Justice

The "Niten Ichi-ryu" style is renowned throughout Japan and is the signature style of Musashi. Now, wielding two swords, he tosses his head at Kanon with high spirits: "Come on—little girl, try my twin swords!"

"So domineering..." Kanon rolled her eyes in response. She was easily frightened, so why would she be afraid of Musashi? Moreover, after these few days of intensive training, Kanon was in a period of "lack of fighting spirit," so it was normal for her to be calm.

However, she still had to deal with it, so Hanon loosened her joints and said, "Come on then, are you afraid of me?"

On the contrary, the audience seemed more excited: "Oh my god, is this going to get more intense? That's great! The previous battles felt a bit perfunctory, Miyamoto Musashi and Hanane are finally getting serious~"

"Ha, ignorance."

In the stands, guests from the Chinese Martial Arts Province occupied a corner, including Guo Haihuang and several Sea Kings. Hearing a spectator's thought, Guo Haihuang couldn't help but correct them: "Huanyin and Musashi are the strongest martial artists of our time. Their duel transcends the realm of ordinary combat. Beneath the seemingly simple movements lies countless thoughts, plans, choices, and strategic maneuvering. The metaphysical is called the Way, the physical is called the instrument. If you feel the previous battles weren't exciting enough, then you're truly wasting such a wonderful duel."

In short, even among a hundred people, there are all sorts of people. Tonight, the Tokyo Dome underground arena has attracted more than a hundred or a thousand people. Their identities are different, and their experiences are naturally different. Most people just want to see a bloody and intense hand-to-hand combat.

And Kanon and Musashi are about to face off in this kind of duel...

"Musashi! I'm going to kill you!"

A sharp, feminine shout rang out—but it wasn't from Hanane. Instead, a woman suddenly stood up in the front row of the stands, her almond-shaped eyes filled with tears. Her hands gripped a pistol tightly, and she fired at Musashi with trembling yet unwavering determination—"Bang! Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The woman fired six shots, emptying the magazine.

"Whoa!" The crowd erupted in commotion. No one had time to react before someone suddenly barged in.

"Huh?" Musashi was also taken aback, but his movements were swift. He had previously single-handedly taken down several waves of Metropolitan Police Department troops, so he had some understanding of modern firearms. As soon as the woman fired, he instantly ducked. The woman was emotional, and bullets flew out rapidly. Musashi didn't even need to dodge; the string of bullets plunged into the sand and then fell silent.

Who is that woman?

This question arose in everyone's mind. After she emptied the magazine, she continued to pull the trigger on Musashi with great emotion. There was no doubt that she had a deep hatred for Musashi. How could Musashi, an ancient person, have any grudges that are still not settled in modern times hundreds of years later?

Musashi didn't recognize the woman either, and he didn't care. Anyone who dared to attack him was an enemy he was going to kill! After his legs gave way, he pushed off the ground and transformed into a streak of light as he rushed toward the stands, slashing with his sword—but was caught by the woman.

What kind of woman is she? How could she possibly catch Musashi's sword like that?

It wasn't the one who fired the gun; this time it was Kanon.

The moment Musashi saw the woman raise her gun, he began to dodge. Kanon immediately made a judgment: the pistol bullets could not hit Musashi, so the woman's attack would definitely miss. And given Musashi's temperament, he would not show any mercy to a woman and would definitely retaliate against her.

So Kanon immediately activated "Unparalleled Illusion" and rushed to the sidelines. Just before Musashi's "Nameless Golden Heavy" landed on the woman's head, she stretched out her hands and caught the sharp blade!

"Oh?" Musashi was far more surprised by Kanon's reaction than he was when he was ambushed. His eyes gleamed with a strange light: "Little girl, such a beautiful 'no-sword technique' has been rarely seen since Yagyu Sekishusai."

Yagyu Sekishusai was none other than Yagyu Muneyoshi, the founder of the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu school. He was Musashi's predecessor as a swordsman, once hailed as the greatest swordsman in Japan. Musashi was still alive when Musashi first rose to prominence, though he was already an elderly man. Musashi never fought him, but according to Musashi, perhaps in the history of this new world, he had witnessed Yagyu's prized "no-sword-drawing" technique?

Now he's comparing Kanon's movements to Yagyu Munenobu's "no-sword-taking," which is truly high praise.

Musashi may not have used his full strength in this strike, but it was still a serious slash from Miyamoto Musashi. Kanon caught the blade barehanded, locking it with both hands in a pincer movement. The timing was perfect, and the power was ridiculously great. Musashi's powerful swing would have been too much for ordinary steel swords to withstand, but Kanon was able to lock it tightly. Musashi even had great difficulty withdrawing his sword. It was truly a divine skill.

Therefore, no matter how much Musashi praises her, Kanon is worthy of it.

Hanon remained silent, stalemate between herself and Musashi, while the woman behind her was still in danger. Seeing Musashi swing his other hand, "Great Prajna Long Light," preparing to strike again, she leaped into the air first, her hands still locked on "Nameless Golden Heavy," while her legs executed a series of skillful kicks in mid-air, striking the side of "Great Prajna Long Light" and preventing Musashi from forming an effective slashing posture. The force of the kicks sent Musashi staggering back several steps.

After forcing Musashi back, Kanon released her grip, jumped back, and remained between Musashi and the woman, continuing her standoff with Musashi.

"W-What's going on..." The audience was stunned, even the most powerful martial artists were baffled and had no idea what was happening.

It was Kanon who spoke up, and she knew who the woman was: "Musashi, do you know who this lady is?"

Musashi honestly replied, "I don't know."

Hanon sighed: "Her surname is Tanuma, which is her husband's surname..." Before Musashi could speak, she continued: "You naturally don't know this name, but a few days ago you had a conflict with the Metropolitan Police Department and killed more than a dozen police officers. Her husband was one of them, and he was the captain."

“Oh, Captain, I remember him.” Unexpectedly, Musashi remembered Officer Tanuma: “Although he was still easily defeated, he was the only one in that group with some resourcefulness. He organized his team to surround me, but I jumped off the roof of the car and cut him in two with one stroke.”

"Ah ...

Tokugawa Mitsunari also rushed down from the stands. A dangerous individual had infiltrated his arena! What were the security personnel doing? He had been ready to fiercely punish the woman who had "disrupted the sacred duel," but upon hearing Kanon reveal her identity, Tokugawa's momentum immediately diminished: "Kanon, what are you doing..."

"How do I know her?" Hua Yin said solemnly, "Because I've seen her photos and information. I'm the one who invited her here. I just didn't expect her to be carrying a pistol."

She waved her hand behind her, and there was a group of people beside her, all with tears in their eyes, glaring angrily at Tokugawa and Musashi, their emotions completely different from the rest of the audience: "These are the families of those police officers who died. In the past few days, I asked a friend to find their information and invited them here to witness me avenge their families."

"Ah, this..." Tokugawa was in a dilemma. By reviving Musashi, he had indirectly caused the deaths of these people's families. Behind the sacrifice of more than ten police officers were more than ten broken families. In the past, Tokugawa Mitsunari was in a high position and could have been indifferent to the lives of these ordinary people. However, due to human nature, when these victims were actually in front of him, Tokugawa could not say anything cold and heartless.

"Old Master Tokugawa." Hanon stared at Tokugawa with eyes like lightning: "You may step back. Do not say anything more. Today I will defeat Musashi and send him away. Please do not even think about reviving these awful guys again."

Tokugawa opened his mouth as if to say something, but was intimidated by Kanon's imposing presence. He hesitated for a long time without uttering a single word, and could only walk back to the stands dejectedly without saying anything more.

Then Kanon looked at Musashi...

Under such moral pressure, Miyamoto Musashi actually laughed: "Hey, little girl, you want to avenge them? Quite chivalrous!"

"Sigh, I knew we couldn't see eye to eye." Hanon shook her head. Musashi was from ancient times, still stuck in that chaotic world where human life was cheap and one could rise above others by killing people. From his perspective, perhaps there was nothing wrong with that. The problem was Hanon's more peaceful, civilized, and positive new world... Their values ​​were completely different, and there was no point in reasoning with this guy.

Ignoring Musashi for the moment, Kanon turned to the woman and the other police officers' families and comforted them, "Please don't do anything so dangerous again. Don't worry, I will get justice for you from Musashi today."

"Waaah... Thank you, thank you..." The woman and the others were all brought here by the city hunter Ryo Saeba, whom Kanon had asked to do so out of a sense of justice. They didn't know Kanon at all, but now that Kanon had made a promise to them, all they could do was cry and express their gratitude. This made Kanon blush and feel quite embarrassed.

Nodding to these people, Kanon turned back to face Musashi, her expression turning serious: "Didn't you want me to test your dual swords? Then let's do it."

It was clear to everyone that Hanon's fighting spirit had truly awakened. However, this time almost no one was expecting a fierce battle out of mere entertainment; people realized that this fight carried much more weight—a comprehensive clash between ancient and modern values ​​and martial arts!

Musashi snorted coldly, "Come on."

Once again, Musashi's legs went limp and then tensed again, propelling him forward as he swung his sword with both hands, completing the entire sequence of movements with incredible fluidity. "Niten Ichi-ryu" was finally... "Huh?"

Musashi exclaimed in surprise. With his lightning-fast twin sword strikes, how could he have been met with Kanon's attack halfway through his charge? Was Kanon's movement really that fast?

Yes, it's that fast.

In an instant, Kanon activated "Valkyrie Mode," charging at Musashi with the same lightning-fast "Unpredictable Transformation." Combined with Musashi's speed, their relative speed exceeded the speed of sound. Therefore, Musashi couldn't hear Kanon's heartbeat; he could only see Kanon's figure appear before him, delivering one punch, two punches, three punches...

Musashi only had time to retract his twin swords and protect his front, forcing Kanon to dodge the blades and strike at areas that weren't too vital—"Bang! Bang!"

After two muffled thuds, Musashi's charge came to a halt, like a soldier who had been shot in front of a bunker, his knees buckled, and he fell backward to the ground.

Author's Note: Tomorrow we'll probably see a... "temporary result" in this battle. We'll see then!

Furthermore, the semi-circular world view always states that Musashi is the strongest, so let's follow the setting and consider Musashi to be the strongest warrior in the Sengoku period of Japan. Historically, there is still some debate about the relative strengths of Musashi, Kamiizumi, Yagyu, and other swordsmen.

Section 865, Chapter 856: The Differences in Offense and Defense

As Musashi fell to the ground, a deafening roar erupted in the arena, with thousands of spectators chanting, "Amazing! Amazing! He knocked Miyamoto Musashi down with just two punches! As expected of Yohane, go for it and knock him out in one go!"

"Heh, two punches?" On the Shinshinkai side, Katsumi Yuji smiled and shook his head. He, who also mastered the "Supersonic Fist," knew that Kanon had not thrown two punches: "Kanon is indeed powerful. She threw a full five punches in an instant! It's just that the speed was too fast, so only two muffled sounds were heard."

After hearing Katsumi's explanation, Kato Kiyosumi and Suedo, who were standing nearby, were shocked. Their cultivation was weaker, and although they knew that Kanon had thrown more than two punches, they couldn't see her movements clearly and couldn't say how fast Kanon was.

“Five, five punches…” Kato wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: “I’ve heard that the fastest shooter can pop two balloons in 0.02 seconds, making only a single sound to onlookers. This is considered to be the ability to surpass the rate of fire of a Gatling gun with a pistol, and to achieve such a rapid shot, the resistance on the wrist when drawing the gun is as high as 10G, comparable to the pressure experienced by a fighter pilot during high-speed flight! Kanon, she…”

Do you remember when the five death row inmates attacked, Kato was seriously injured by Dorian. During that time, Kanon treated everyone from the Shinshinkai to takeout for a long time while she was in the hospital. Kato also saw Kanon eating quite a bit. At that time, he often wondered: Kanon's appetite doesn't seem to be very large, so how can her small body generate such amazing power?

"Although I know her physical abilities are extremely strong, looking at her like that, I may never be able to adapt to this reality." Kato could only smile bitterly, unable to understand "core explosion," "power dissipation," and "Valkyrie mode."

"Hey, isn't that obvious?" Kato was just thinking when a very arrogant voice came from behind him. Kato turned around and saw a young man with unusual eye color sitting on a chair and shaking his leg casually, several tiers away from the stands.

Kato frowned: "From the Wu clan?"

Both the Wu clan and the Shinshinkai had a large number of people present tonight, so Tokugawa arranged for them to sit together, filling up one side of the stands. The young man from the Wu clan, seeing Kato looking over, scoffed disdainfully, "What, you…"

"Lei An!" Wu Lei An's provocation was stopped midway, but Old Master Wu was still able to keep the situation under control. The old man was shrewd and even saw through Wu Lei An's thoughts: "You, you are feeling depressed because you think Hua Yin's performance is too wonderful, but don't pick fights with outsiders! It's like a defeated dog barking wildly."

"Damn it, old man, what are you saying?" Wu Lei'an's face twitched, but he still forced himself to stay calm: "Ye Huayin only managed five punches and two slaps, and I..."

"You really are no match for her." Old Master Wu grinned. "You didn't even realize that she actually delivered a powerful punch every five times!"

"What!" Wu Lei'an and Kato Kiyosumi, who was watching this scene, were both stunned: "There were clearly two sounds..."

"Ah, the first sound was actually..."

Before Grandpa Wu could explain further, Kanon had already charged back towards Musashi in the arena. She unleashed five precise and powerful punches in an instant. Even in "Valkyrie Mode," Kanon felt a sudden discomfort and took a couple of seconds to catch her breath. In that short time, Musashi also recovered from his severe injuries—thankfully, he had protected his vital points; none of the five areas Kanon struck would be fatal.