Super Fighting Tokyo.

Shiraki was certain that no matter how advanced the recording equipment was, the real Miyamoto Musashi was definitely different!

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Bai Mucheng felt his whole body getting hot and couldn't stop panting. The [Wave Palm Strike] he unleashed with his palm became increasingly heavy.

Swish—! Swish—! Swish—!

I can't take it anymore...

I want to fight someone who's unbelievably strong until I'm completely satisfied!

Can I do it?

Can I, Shiraki Sei, fight Miyamoto Musashi, the "Peerless Warrior," to my heart's content?

How should we attack? And how will Musashi get here?

I want... I want...

"call--!"

Bai Mucheng maintained his standing frame, exhaling a long breath of hot air.

That resolve—the killing intent that he had come to regard as part of himself, the resolve to end the life of his opponent—was surging and churning with his movements.

It was as if every move Shiraki Cheng made was made with the resolve to end Miyamoto Musashi's life in order to fight him!

"..."

When faced with the surge of murderous intent, Long allowed it to stay or leave as it pleased, and Long would continue on the path he had chosen.

For Shiramu Cheng, the fluctuation of killing intent is a "process," an indispensable part of the battle.

...We must fight.

Whether it's going with the flow of killing intent or fighting against it, it's all part of the battle, and Shiraki Seiya wants to try it out!

"call……"

Unbeknownst to him, Bai Mucheng closed his eyes.

The surrounding ink surged like a raging fire, both intense and stable, resembling Long, yet also different.

Is this a surge of murderous intent...?

No.

It was more like the sound of the moves, making it impossible for Shiramu Cheng to think about anything when he made a move, and he couldn't just strike randomly.

"good……"

Shiraki felt he was in the perfect state, as if he could touch something new, and he could no longer hold back.

It's okay if I haven't figured out how to fight. Just meeting is fine too. Even if we start fighting right away, that's fine too!

Contact Tokugawa shogunate and go face Miyamoto Musashi!

"Great, fantastic!"

"..."

Shiraki Seiji was thinking this.

The next moment—

? !

A feeling of astonishment welled up inside me.

With his eyes closed, Bai Mucheng felt a strong presence surging towards him from behind—the direction of the courtyard gate!

—?!

Bai Mucheng opened his eyes and turned around to look.

Suddenly, a young man wearing a dark blue martial arts uniform, bamboo leather shoes, and with medium-length hair was seen.

The man was standing at the gate of the courtyard, only four or five steps away from Bai Mucheng.

Bai Mucheng was all too familiar with his face.

It is none other than the peerless ancient swordsman—Miyamoto Musashi!

Here...here it comes...!?

one person?

Coincidence? Getting lost? Intentional? Introduced by someone? Attracted?

But anyway, that's how it is...

—They're here!!!

In an instant, Shiramu Cheng froze on the spot, staring blankly at the lone Miyamoto Musashi.

Miyamoto Musashi, however, remained unfazed, his tiger-like eyes fixed on Shiraki, his hands still loosely clenched, his stance as solid as the portrait.

"..."

Miyamoto Musashi was very quiet; he didn't even disturb the birds on the treetops along the street.

But Bai Mucheng's pupils had already constricted.

He clearly sensed that Musashi had suddenly changed his mind, his desire to attack had reached its peak, and he was forcing Shiraki to make a choice.

Retreat? Advance?

The next moment—

With his intense fighting spirit, Shiraki Cheng propelled his body forward, pushing off the ground with his back foot. His figure blurred as he lunged forward several meters.

His face, covered in sweat, was forced to show anger.

Pull your right fist back to your waist, rotate your feet and push it out, then throw a powerful straight punch.

"Stop!"

[Battle Aura Bursts Out with Shock!]

Ode!

What can we see in Chapter 608?

"Stop!"

A powerful, heavy punch, a swift, spinning strike, hurtled forward toward the courtyard gate, heading straight for Miyamoto Musashi.

But the next moment—

"?!"

When the fist was only a dozen centimeters away from Musashi, Shiraki's forward lunge suddenly froze in place.

An invisible sword slashed down horizontally from top to bottom, striking Bai Mucheng's right wrist.

Swish!

Musashi did not move, his eyes still staring straight ahead.

But Bai Mucheng clearly felt that he had been slashed by a sharp blade, and his entire wrist had been cut open!

"~~~~~~"

It wasn't physically severed...

It wasn't actually cut by a "knife".

However, reality is...?!

It worked!

Despite trying to resist, there was no way to resist the feeling of "I've been hit!!"

Even if you want to deny it, your body has already admitted it!

The right fist was lost. The cross-section of the wrist was initially icy cold, followed by a burning sensation, and finally, a chilling pain!

"Wow!!!"

Bai Mucheng rolled forward and fell to the ground. He instinctively grabbed the artery in his right upper arm to stop the bleeding, and screamed in agony.

The sound startled everyone inside the building.

"Ugh~~~~~"

Bai Mucheng looked at his right hand. Although it was intact, he could not feel any blood or energy flowing through it, as if even his body acknowledged the defect.

A sharp pain surged into my mind, bringing a cold sweat to my body.

"Huh...huh..."

Bai Mucheng gasped for breath a few times before he could barely regain his senses and feel his right hand again.

Even though he has developed an "invisible fist" [wave palm strike] that he can unleash with just a stance, it is still ultimately an extension of the "fist".

Shiraki Sei himself has a "fist"!

But what about Miyamoto Musashi?

He did not hold a knife, yet he already held one, reaching a higher and more unfathomable realm, as if he were holding an invisible sword!

Tap tap...

Bai Mucheng staggered to his feet, slowly grasped his right hand that he had regained, and turned to look ahead, still feeling shaken.

No doubt about it, it's him!!

The man before me is none other than the peerless warrior Miyamoto Musashi, who has descended to the modern era!

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