Super Fighting Tokyo.

First, Miyamoto Musashi's soul was transferred into Hanko's body.

Later--

Both Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui had seen this scene before, but they didn't want to witness it again. The scene reappeared.

Hanzi, who had rolled her eyes, suddenly jumped up and kissed Musashi's lips, just as she had kissed Maruk before!

Chirp!

"—!?"

As Hanko kissed him, Musashi's soul seemed to be infused into that body, even changing its appearance.

Hiss...

As tearing sounds rang out, scars appeared all over Musashi's body.

A crack spread from his left shoulder, turning into a scar that reached his chest near his heart.

A deeper scar also appeared on his slightly hairy left calf.

—!?

Gradually, Musashi's hair also changed.

His short beard had thinned considerably, and his thick eyebrows had fallen out one by one, turning from thick eyebrows into just a thin layer.

Then comes the face!

The area between the eyebrows is sunken, and the eyeballs under the eyelids are rolling around.

Her face became wider, and her cheeks narrowed slightly, which lifted her original double eyelids and turned them into a pair of sharp single eyelids.

Musashi's hands and feet trembled violently.

At the same time, more scars appeared!

Arms, chest...

Every scar was horrifying, enough to send chills down your spine.

"!!"

The brainwave monitoring equipment in the distance also emitted a signal, indicating that Musashi's brain was gradually becoming more active and he was beginning to think.

~~~Pop!

After Hanzi finished his descent, he released his lips.

At this point, the body of "Shinmen Musashi" was completely infused with the soul of "Miyamoto Musashi"!

The next second, Miyamoto Musashi, who was lying on the experimental table, opened his eyes.

"—!?"

At that moment, everyone present, as well as Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui in front of the screen, were all stunned.

Even though they were mentally prepared, when everyone saw Miyamoto Musashi's face, they realized the meaning of "imposing without anger".

Those eyes...

It's less like a human eye and more like a tiger's eye!

The eyes are upturned at the corners, with rounded eye sockets and small pupils, giving the appearance of "four white eyes" (eyes with the whites showing in all four areas of the face).

Combined with that beast-like face, he exudes even more power, looking like a bloodthirsty beast that makes it hard to breathe!

"..."

The last sentence is not an exaggeration, but a fact.

Maruk, who was passing by the living room, trembled the moment he saw Musashi's face, and had an urge to shrink into the blankets.

Wu Fengshui couldn't help but grip Bai Mucheng's hand tightly, so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

This battle-hardened Wu girl couldn't stop swallowing, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Shiraki stared intently at the video, meeting Musashi's gaze on the screen.

An inexplicable emotion welled up.

Immediately, the surrounding ink surged and rippled, trembling as if a heart were beating.

The various colored dotted lines outline each master.

They all felt that the "premonition" in their disciples' hearts had become a reality at this moment, and exploded with a deafening roar!

[Peerless Under Heaven] Miyamoto Musashi —

resurrection!

Arriving in the modern era!!

Chapter 606 Seven Slashes

Dr. Horner was equipped with an expensive, high-end laptop.

Thus, the "Miyamoto Musashi" in the video was clearly displayed on the screen, allowing everyone to see it clearly.

"...!!"

As the saying goes, the eyes are the windows to the soul.

Miyamoto Musashi's eyes, literally, are "tiger eyes wide open"!

Combined with his completely transformed face, he has the so-called "leopard head and piercing eyes," which is no exaggeration!

Something's not right...

Modern people's understanding of "Miyamoto Musashi" mostly comes from the book "Miyamoto Musashi" by the famous writer "Eiji Yoshikawa".

In that historical novel, "Miyamoto Musashi" is a seeker who spends his life honing his swordsmanship and pursuing the "sword and Zen" philosophy.

But at this moment, when everyone witnessed the resurrected Miyamoto Musashi—

They could all vaguely sense that Miyamoto Musashi was not quite the same person as the "Miyamoto Musashi" described by Yoshikawa Eiji!

{…}

The ink-wash dotted lines surged and transformed into a bulging shape with arms crossed over the chest.

At this moment, the master was also staring intently at the screen, looking at Miyamoto Musashi's face.

For Ryu, the killing intent that was already "come when it comes, go when it goes" was now surging endlessly, as if provoked by Musashi's face.

For no apparent reason, Long suddenly thought of a man—

The god-like figure who had been entangled with him for many years, walking the path of demons, was also an Asura, the "ultimate fist master" who was about to reach the end of the wave of killing intent.

{Miyamoto Musashi...}

If you want to ask him any questions, you'll probably have to do what that man did—find a way through a fight? That's the only way.

The answer... lies within the battle.

Long patted Bai Mucheng on the shoulder and drifted away thoughtfully.

"..."

Shiraki listened to his master's words, his eyes still glued to the screen, not wanting to miss Musashi's next move.

—He moved!

Musashi, who was lying naked on the laboratory table, suddenly reached out his right hand and grabbed Tokugawa Kanko's mouth.

He rolled his eyes, observing his surroundings, and sat up, casually lifting Hanzi off the ground with one hand.

Hanzi was still struggling.

Immediately, Musashi twisted his waist and swung his right arm, easily sending Hanzi flying and crashing into the scientists on his left.

Whoosh!

The scientists were hit by the cold volley and, like a bunch of bowling pins, fell flat on their backs, looking utterly pathetic.

"~~~~~!?"

Before the scientists could react, when they looked at the experimental table again, Musashi had vanished without a trace.

Just then, a voice came from behind the scientists—

"Everyone..."

As soon as the sound rang out, the scientists felt a chill run down their spines, as if they were about to be killed in the next second, and they all screamed "Aaaaaah!"

They turned around and froze on the spot, cold sweat pouring down their backs.

Because Miyamoto Musashi had somehow appeared behind them, standing naked with his eyes fixed ahead.

Watching Musashi's movements, everyone was reminded of a painting.

That is the only self-portrait of Miyamoto Musashi that has been passed down through the ages.

In the portrait, Miyamoto Musashi holds two swords, one long and one short, with the tips drooping limply. His body is slightly hunched, and his feet are spread apart but not moving, making it impossible to tell where his center of gravity is.

My whole body was completely exhausted, my neck was slightly forward, my chin was not tucked in, and there was no stiffness anywhere.

At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi's soul and body, posture and heartbeat, reality and portrait all overlapped here!

Although he wasn't holding a sword, he loosely gripped it with both hands, striking his signature relaxed grip.

The same slight hunchback and weakness, the same strides but no steps, the same inability to discern center of gravity, the same ability to strike at any time!

What's even more frightening is Musashi's gaze.

Compared to when it first opened its eyes, those eyes were now focused, staring straight ahead, revealing no emotion, which terrified the scientists.

"Gentlemen."

Musashi spoke again, his voice calm, "I will not take your lives, but you must answer me honestly..."

"..."