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"This kind of life is too miserable, I don't want it!" the muscular man cried bitterly.

"Kid, are you regretting it now?"

"Ugh, I regret it so much, I'm so regretful, how could this have happened?" The muscular man cried and then suddenly realized something was wrong. He looked up and saw that the old man who had been exploding with gold coins was staring at him and laughing.

"He's come back to life!" The muscular man was so frightened that he forgot to cry and stared blankly at the old man in front of him.

Not only the muscular men, but everyone in the gym was shocked.

They clearly saw that the old man had already collapsed, so why is he now standing up and chatting and laughing with them?

"So, the dead muscles you guys train are useless. This is called Turtle Breathing Technique, which can put the body into a low-energy consumption state, making you look no different from being dead. How about that? Isn't it amazing?" Yamabuki Hanajin said with a smug look on her face.

Hibiki Sakura stared blankly at the old man. This was possible? Wasn't this just something that existed in novels? This old man seemed to have some skill.

"Young man, weren't you just going to arm wrestle with me? Let's continue!" Yamabuki Hanajin stretched out his hand with a smile.

The muscular man was so frightened that he hurriedly backed away, saying, "No, no, no!"

Upon learning that the old man was still alive, the muscular man was so frightened that he quickly patted his chest, his muscles trembling.

Hey sir, can we please stop playing like this? Don't you know you're scaring us so badly we might have a heart attack?

Yamabuki Hanajin had already grabbed his hand, and the two of them returned to the arm-wrestling ring.

"Young man, give it your all!" Yamabuki Hanajin said with a smug smile.

"No, no, no!" The muscular man trembled, afraid that if he used too much force, the old man would die again.

This kind of thrill is something you only need to experience once in your life.

I never want to experience that again.

“Since you’re not going to use your strength, I’m going to.” Yamabuki Hanajin gently twisted the burly man’s wrist and won the arm-wrestling match.

"Little meat bun, do you see this? This is the victory of martial arts." Yamabuki Hanajin said with a smug look on his face.

Seeing that Old Deng was indeed alright, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Mei walked over with a look of surprise and said, "Grandpa, you're so amazing! Did you ever participate in any boxing matches when you were young?"

Yamabuki Hanajin returned to her wheelchair and said dismissively, "I could beat those childish tricks with a single finger. Of course, I'm not trying to brag; I'm just stating the facts."

Sakura Hibiki stared blankly at the old man. Could he really be a master? The kind who was hiding his true abilities?

"By the way, grandpa, I've seen a lot of karate masters on TV who can break bricks. Why don't you show me how?" Hibiki Sakura asked curiously.

"Brick-breaking is all a lie, little girl. Do you know how hard the bricks used to build houses are? Even the most hardened body can't compare to reinforced concrete. Breaking one brick is already the limit. Breaking more than two bricks is just a prop. If someone can break a whole row of bricks with their bare hands, that's definitely video editing." Yamabuki Hanajin said with a serious face.

"Really? I used to have so many fantasies about martial arts." Hibiki Sakura looked disappointed.

"I'm already this old, it's not realistic for me to break bricks or anything like that, so I'll break paper instead." Yamabuki Hanajin smiled, casually picked up a piece of white paper and threw it into the air, then suddenly punched hard, piercing through the paper in mid-air.

The people working out nearby looked on with curiosity, probably because they couldn't figure out what was going on.

They can easily punch through something as fragile as paper.

However, considering that he is a centenarian, it is not surprising.

It's already quite remarkable that I can still have such good health when I'm over a hundred years old.

Only Brother Meat, with his vast experience and knowledge, saw through the trick at a glance.

"Splitting a piece of paper in mid-air isn't something everyone can do. Everyone can try. Xiang, you should try it too," Brother Meat laughed.

A group of muscular men, refusing to believe in superstition, were throwing white paper through the air.

It turned out that this thing looked simple, but when you actually started fighting, you found that no matter how much force you used, you could not break through it.

Yamabuki Hanajin felt the thrill of showing off, sitting in his wheelchair like a grandmaster.

"Only a highly concentrated force combined with extremely fast explosive power can achieve this," Brother Meat said with a solemn expression.

He was ultimately just a fitness coach, not a professional fighter, so it would be difficult for him to replicate the scene of tearing paper in mid-air.

Hibiki Sakura pinched her chin and tilted her head.

"Is this difficult? I'll give it a try."

Then, Hibiki Sakura gently tossed the paper in her hand into the air and instantly threw a punch!

The fist made a cracking sound as it rubbed against the air. When the iron fist collided with the white paper, the paper instantly exploded into hundreds or thousands of pieces, which scattered into the sky like butterflies.

The entire gym fell silent.

Sakura Hibiki blinked her big eyes: "Did I use too much force?"

Zhu Mei excitedly covered her mouth. This must be the legendary genius!

Although Yamabuki Hanajin knew from the story that Hibiki's fighting power was extraordinary, she never expected it to be this outrageous.

This is something that brute force alone cannot achieve.

"Hmph, I never thought that I, an old man over a hundred years old, would actually meet such a prodigy. Girl, would you like to learn kung fu from me?" Yamabuki Hanajin suddenly had a curious thought: what would it be like to train Sakura Hibiki into a peerless master to participate in the Kengan Suicide Tournament?

However, there are already a lot of naturally gifted monsters in Kengan Ashura.

The Tokita Ohma can activate "pre-borrowing".

The Wu clan, capable of initiating "liberation".

Wakatsuki Samurai has a muscle density 52 times that of a normal person.

Julius the artificial monster.

And the Demon Spear, Kuroki Gensai.

"No." Hibiki Sakura refused without hesitation: "Why should I practice martial arts? My goal is to lose weight and then be approached by cute guys on the beach. Why should I do something so hard?"

"..." Yamabuki Hanajin didn't know how to refute it.

Chapter 317: I am Tokita Ohma

Everyone has their own ambitions. Since Hibiki Sakura is unwilling to develop in this area, I can't force her to participate in the Kengan Suicide Squad.

Yamabuki Hanakami admits that she is a beast, but she will be a good beast and not be worse than a beast.

"Alright, that's enough for today's training." Meat Brother said to Sakura Hibiki with a smile, "We can only start the second training session after the muscle matching has completely faded. For beginners, this will probably take several days."

Sakura Hibiki, dragging her soft hands, said goodbye to her meat brother, then pushed Yamabuki Hanajin out.

As soon as she stepped onto the street, Hibiki Sakura was greeted by the aromas of all sorts of delicious food.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm starving. I know a really good ramen place, do you want me to treat you?" Hibiki Sakura asked.

Zhu Mei looked at Sakura Hibiki with curiosity and asked, "You should have eaten dinner by now, right? Aren't you trying to lose weight? Isn't it a waste to burn all those calories if you keep eating like this?"

Hibiki Sakura clutched her stomach helplessly: "But I can't help it, I'll feel really hungry if I don't eat enough."

Yamabuki Hanakami didn't react for a moment. Feeling hungry if you don't eat enough sounds reasonable, but something still felt off.

Zhu Mei suddenly pressed closer and asked with a serious expression, "Tell me honestly how many meals you eat a day."

Hibiki Sakura counted on her fingers, "Besides the three meals a day, I also need to eat three more meals a day, sometimes four. That makes about seven meals a day, and they're all normal portions..."

Zhu Mei looked at Sakura Hibiki with a horrified expression.

This isn't just a question of whether it's edible or not; it's downright monstrous.

Eating seven meals a day, eating like there's no tomorrow, and still maintaining a weight of 110 pounds is already a blessing from God.

"Don't look at me like that. I know it's a bit much, but I'm just too hungry." Sakura Hibiki trembled under Akemi's gaze.

"boom."

Suddenly, Zhu Mei pinned her against the wall, her eyes shining as she looked at Sakura Hibiki: "Do you know what all the top bodybuilders have in common? They all have huge appetites. Hibiki, you're a genius, let's become muscle monsters together!"

"Absolutely not!" Hibiki Sakura shouted.

I was trying to attract handsome guys, and you actually turned me into a muscle monster? What are you up to?

"Never mind, I'm starving, I'm going to eat ramen!" Sakura Hibiki exclaimed.

"Count me in." Yamabuki Hanajin raised her thin, bony hand.

And so the two of them went to the ramen shop together.

Of course, if given a choice, Yamabuki Hanajin prefers to eat jajangmyeon (black bean noodles).

He simply couldn't understand why people in this country liked ramen so much.

What surprised him even more was that Hibiki Sakura ate five bowls of ramen in a row, patting her belly as if she still wanted more.

"During my weight loss period, I only eat half of my usual amount. But I still feel a little hungry."

Yamabuki Hanajin finally understood where Hibiki's power came from: it turned out that the excess heat was converted into power.

After finishing their meal, the two of them strolled back home.

"Grandpa, where do you live? Shakura Hibiki asked.

“I’m homeless. My son and daughter are all elsewhere and don’t have time for me. How about this, let me stay at your house for one night, and I’ll leave tomorrow,” said Yamabuki Hanajin.

Sakura Hibiki blinked, looking somewhat embarrassed.

However, my parents are kind-hearted people, and they couldn't just let the old man sleep on the streets.

“Okay, grandpa, come to my house. But we agreed you can only stay for one night, otherwise I’ll be in a difficult position,” Sakura Hibiki said with a smile.

When they reached the alleyway next to them, Hibiki Sakura suddenly pointed to the alley and said, "Grandpa, let's go through here, we'll be home soon."

Looking at the deep alley, Yamabuki Hanajin asked, "I have a bad feeling that we'll run into trouble if we go through this alley. Let's take the main road instead."

Hibiki Sakura said with a smile, "It's alright, it's alright. I often travel this road and have never encountered any danger."

And so, Hibiki Sakura led Hanako Yamabuki into the dark alley.

Deep in the alley, a drunk homeless man lies, and occasionally you can see a few young women standing nearby, smoking cigarettes and waving to passersby.

"Grandpa, want to come and have some fun? We sisters will definitely make you feel so good you won't be able to resist." A woman in her early thirties beckoned to Yamabuki Hanajin, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Yamabuki Hanajin sighed and said, "These women are really hungry; they won't even spare an old bone like me."

Sakura Hibiki could only manage a wry smile.

As a result, she accidentally bumped into someone while pushing her wheelchair.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Hibiki Sakura immediately apologized to the other party, but when she looked up, she saw a burly man who was over two meters tall staring straight at her.

"Um... excuse me..." Hibiki Sakura quietly pushed her wheelchair around to the side.

Unexpectedly, the burly man suddenly reached out and pressed his hand against the wall, blocking Sakura Hibiki's path.

"Girl, I don't think I've seen you before. Are you new? How much for a night?"

Sakura Hibiki immediately flew into a rage: "I'm just passing by, get out of my way right now."

Yamabuki Hanajin sighed and said, "My intuition is still quite accurate. I told you long ago that we would run into trouble if we took this path, but you just didn't believe me."

The burly man seemed to be getting impatient and reached out to grab Sakura Hibiki's wrist.

Not only is he physically strong, but he also has a huge conglomerate supporting him. Even if he causes trouble, it doesn't matter, someone will clean up his mess.

But just as he reached halfway out, his wrist was grabbed by a strong hand. The burly man twisted twice and found that the other person was extremely strong, and he was unable to break free.

Yamabuki Hanajin was also a little curious. He had originally planned to teach this arrogant brat a lesson, but he didn't expect someone to meddle in his business.

All three of them looked toward the owner of the hand.

It was a disheveled young man, extremely robust, with cold eyes, staring straight at the strong man.

"Kid, are you trying to meddle in other people's business?" the burly man asked.

The young man didn't say much; after letting go, he took off his coat.

"What's your name? Do you even know who I am...?" The burly man originally wanted to show off and make the other party back down, but he didn't expect that the young man would reveal his identity and background so easily.

"Your name is Niou. A fighter from the Nogi Foundation. I'm not here to meddle; I'm here for you. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Tokita Ohma."

Chapter 318: Energy Dissipation, Energy Dissipation with Extremely High Purity

Kengan Ashura and Dumbbell Lift, Dumbbell Lift! are two works by the same author, created within the same world setting.

The unknown young man in front of you is none other than Tokita Ohma, the fictional male protagonist of Kengan Ashura.