Super Fighting Tokyo.

It's like being on the streets of Edo, stepping into a grand garden party, with all sorts of food, drinks and entertainment seemingly endless, a scene of universal celebration, making it impossible to know where to look!

"This is really..."

Musashi raised an eyebrow, truly amazed by today's extraordinary encounter.

He looked at Shiramu Cheng again and formally introduced himself:

"I am Miyamoto Musashi."

Having said that, Musashi asked seriously, "Lord Shiraki, there is something you must tell me—"

"Look at me, what can you see?"

"..."

Shiraki looked earnestly at Musashi and softly uttered a single word.

"I."

From tension and confusion to helplessness, then to absurdity and relief, and finally to acceptance.

Shiramu Cheng said, "I saw...me."

Chapter 609 Realm

yard.

Shiraki faces Musashi.

His expression shifted from tension to confusion, then to calm, and finally to a helpless sense of relief.

"What can I see when I look at you...?"

“That’s really strange, Mr. Musashi.”

Bai Mucheng sighed softly, "Clearly, the legendary 'Peerless Under Heaven' Miyamoto Musashi is right in front of me, almost within reach."

"But from any angle, my answer is strange."

Bai Mucheng smiled faintly, scratched his temple, and tilted his head in thought:

"Mr. Musashi, can you understand?"

How could I see 'myself'...?

……

……

The living room on the first floor of the martial arts school.

Li Ren and Tianma Xiwang have learned the general details of how "Miyamoto Musashi" was cloned and resurrected from Wu Fengshui.

Both of them have good academic backgrounds, so of course they know what "cloning" is.

Even so, they couldn't calm down for a while, and even felt that they had lost their minds and were having a bizarre dream.

The man standing in the courtyard was none other than the peerless Miyamoto Musashi!?

"what……"

Both Li Ren and Tianma Xiwang stared wide-eyed, peering intently through the glass door.

impossible?

Yeah, how could that be!

Miyamoto Musashi has been dead for hundreds of years!

But his appearance...

Samurai from the Warring States period have somehow been resurrected in modern times?!

I can't figure out what's going on, and I have absolutely no clue!

These days, even online light novels don't use such a clichéd premise!

"..."

Pegasus's pupils trembled with hope.

Her eyes were very special, with superhuman dynamic vision, so she was speechless with amazement at Musashi's "posture".

Apart from the portrait of Miyamoto Musashi himself, Tenma hopes he has never seen such an "unfathomable" stance!

And on the other side-

Rihito is more concerned with the face of "Miyamoto Musashi".

He certainly knew the principle of "extraordinary people and phenomena," that powerful people often had extraordinary appearances.

But looking at Miyamoto Musashi...

Was that a person? Or a humanoid... tiger?

No, no, no, no!

Looking at that face, I just can't understand it!

Unlike the familiar "modern rules," what has now gracefully descended upon everyone is the absolute king of "hardcore rules"!

……

……

In the courtyard.

Glug, glug, glug...

Miyamoto Musashi drank the entire bottle of water and let out a satisfying sigh. "Mmm! Not only is the container convenient, but the water is also very refreshing and sweet!"

Musashi then placed the water bottle in the corner.

Shiraki Shōze asked with some curiosity, "So, what does Mr. Musashi see when he looks at me?"

"Um……"

Musashi stroked his chin. “I saw countless other people, so many that it could be a celebration, like a grand garden party.”

Bai Mucheng paused for a moment, then smiled, his eyelids curving upwards. "Not bad, fantastic!"

"Not bad...is it?"

Musashi sighed, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Shiraki, I see 'others' in you, but I can't see you."

"I was wondering where the missing 'you' had gone."

"So, you saw yourself in me? You actually saw yourself in the person you were facing??"

"Ha ha……"

At this point, Musashi couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Haha! So you're just good at training, Shiraki is nothing special!"

Shiraki Cheng's eyes darted around as he stared at Musashi and retorted, "Is that all there is to it—is that not acceptable?"

Musashi: "..."

Shiraki smiled faintly, "Even someone like me, who is 'nothing special,' is currently in the process of facing Miyamoto Musashi face to face."

Musashi seemed to understand, and chuckled softly, "Hmph..."

Just as Shiramu Cheng was about to say something more, the next moment—

Swish!

Musashi stood still, his consciousness stirred again, and the invisible sword slashed diagonally downwards with incredible force, cleaving through Shiraki's legs.

call--!

An invisible blade sliced ​​through the air, creating a whooshing sound as it struck the white wooden earpiece.

"?!"

Bai Mucheng's gaze sharpened, and two dark lights flashed in his eyes.

He squatted slightly to gather strength, forming a bow stance, with his left hand extended forward for balance, his right fist clenched and tucked to his waist, and his foot suddenly stomping off the ground.

Boom!

Bai Mucheng's body leaped up like a spring, his eyes flashing with a dark light that drew two streaks of light in the air. At the same time, he threw a right uppercut as his entire body rose upwards.

【Rising Dragon Fist】!

Whoosh—!

After the dragon's ascent, Shiraki landed on his feet, lowered his body slightly, and stared intently at Musashi.

"Wow."

Musashi pouted and raised an eyebrow, quite surprised by Shiraki's dodge.

Sweat dripped down Shiramu Cheng's forehead as he couldn't help but joke, "This move was originally meant for hitting people."

"—But you used that move to dodge."

Musashi added, his lower eyelids curving upwards with a smile, and exclaimed, "Not bad, Shiraki."

Shiraki Cheng pursed his lips helplessly, recalling Musashi's earlier words, "After all, it's not good to be told that someone is 'nothing special'..."

"..."

Musashi understood immediately. He turned around and looked around, seeing the simple sand and dirt arena in the courtyard, and instantly realized the significance of that arena.

He then suggested, "Bai Mu, let's go over there."

Shiraki nodded.

Musashi then took off his bamboo leather shoes and walked to the arena with Shiraki Sho, standing on opposite sides of the arena.

"Then let's start the fight right here..."

Musashi tilted his head, gesturing towards the small building to Shiraki Cheng, and reminded him: