Super Fighting Tokyo.

“The girl over there has a short-barreled musket or something like that. You can take it and use it. I’ll wait for you here.”

"..."

……

While they were speaking, in the living room on the first floor...

Wu Fengshui was worried about Bai Mucheng. His hands hung down, gripping the unaimed pistol, and he was sweating profusely with tension.

Upon hearing Miyamoto Musashi's words, everyone in the living room was taken aback.

...Can he see clearly?

At such a distance, and with a glass barrier in between, Miyamoto Musashi could not only see that there were people on the first floor, but he could even see that Wu Fengshui had a gun in his hand!

"There's nothing I can do..."

Wu Fengshui pursed his lips, opened the door, and led everyone to stand in the corridor.

Without the glass barrier, the people were closer together, and everyone could better appreciate the power of Miyamoto Musashi's stance.

They may appear to be standing there normally, but they are always in a state of combat readiness!

"They actually let Shiraki-kun handle the gun?"

Rito's eye twitched, and he frowned in confusion. "But Miyamoto Musashi was also unarmed..."

However, Wu Fengshui and Tianma Xiwang—two people with excellent eyesight—seemed to be seeing some kind of illusion.

They countered by asking, "Was it really just bare-handed?"

"Isn't that so?"

Rito blinked. "No matter how you look at it, they're empty-handed..."

"..."

……

Musashi overheard their conversation.

He raised his hands, his fingers slightly arched, and looked at his palms. His expression remained calm, yet it carried a hint of complexity.

Doesn't it look like it?

Then, Musashi smiled faintly and brought his raised hands together in front of him.

With both index fingers raised, the left index finger is grasped by the right hand, while the right index finger is raised forward, forming a straight line.

The next moment—

!! ?

Everyone present could see that an invisible, semi-transparent katana was being held in Musashi's hand, radiating a cold light.

It's so clear...!

Even the patterns on the hilt are clearly visible, even more detailed than the "real thing," with every single detail present!

"How is it? Can you see it?"

Musashi switched to gripping the sword in his right hand and swung it lightly, forcing Shiraki to jump back half a step again to avoid the diagonal kasaya slash.

"Haha, do you understand now?"

Musashi pursed his lips.

He wore a confident smile, his hands half-clenched, as if in a permanent knife-wielding stance, unchanging in the slightest no matter what.

"I am the best in the world."

"At my level, my stance itself is a sharp blade, and I don't need to carry a sword at all."

……

In that instant, Wu Fengshui and You Sha simultaneously recalled the words Miyamoto Musashi had spoken in yesterday's video recording—

"Can't one cut without a sword? Is a sword such an inconvenient thing!"

Wow, that's impressive!

Someone can be this strong? It's like they're on a completely different level from everyone else!

……

Musashi's eyelids drooped, and he asked Shiraki again:

"How is it, Shiraki?"

"You really think you can fight me bare-handed?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng stood sideways, his left arm pressed forward and down, his right fist close to his chest to protect his ribs.

"Okay, let's do it this way..."

He exhaled a breath of hot air, wisps of white vapor escaping from between his teeth.

"Although I can also fire a gun, I'm not skilled enough to use my fists and feet to deal with 'Miyamoto Musashi'."

"Let's do it again!"

"..."

Musashi smiled without saying a word and continued to enjoy the "garden party".

Chapter 610 Slash

The arena inside the courtyard.

Shiraki Sei stood sideways, assuming a fighting stance, facing Miyamoto Musashi.

Five people were watching from the distance in the corridor.

Wu Fengshui, Maruk, Aisa, Rihito, Tenma Nozomi.

Among them, Rito and Tenma felt their throats were dry and they were so nervous that they were sweating.

Tenma Nozomi frowned in surprise, "Wait...wait a minute, is Shiraki-kun really going to fight that 'Miyamoto Musashi'!?"

Rito was also puzzled. "Fighting with historical legends? That's really weird!"

"..."

On the other side, the three members of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy could see that the situation was beyond control, but their eyes still held hesitation and confusion.

……

……

Miyamoto Musashi stared intently at Shiraki, but out of the corner of his eye, he had already sensed the thoughts of those around him.

"Hmm, it seems the others think this battle is too casual?"

Musashi asked Shiraki, "What do you think, sir?"

Bai Mucheng pursed his lips, recalling his standpoint, "I just want to show it to you."

"Hmm~~~~ Not bad!"

Upon hearing this, Musashi beamed with joy and exclaimed, "With such skill, even Arima and Akiyama would probably be no match for you!"

Arima Kihei and Akiyama Shinzakomon were the swordsmen that Musashi defeated when he was 13 and 16 years old, respectively.

Musashi stroked his chin.

"This era is still very interesting."

"There are roads paved with large stone slabs, and at night there is a light as bright as fire. There are even rooms that can move up and down, ice that will not melt, and boxes that are faster than a galloping horse..."

"The many pedestrians on the street have also undergone earth-shattering changes!"

"However, there are also those who are different, who give up the advantage of being in a high-rise building and the readily available short-barreled musket, and choose to fight with their bare hands."

"..."

Shiraki couldn't tell whether Musashi was praising him or just sighing to himself.

But in any case, it represents that Miyamoto Musashi was gradually trying to understand "modernity".

"No matter how times change, there will always be a need to think about 'what is strength', and there will always be people who want to become strong."

"Even in an era where cars can drive themselves and rockets can fly to Mars, there will still be some people who pursue strength solely through their bodies and fists."

"..."

Musashi suddenly smiled confidently, then changed the subject, "But none of that works on me, because my opponent is a human, and I know how to defeat humans."

Tap tap...

As he spoke, Musashi took a slight step forward.

At the same moment—

Shiroki's left arm dissipated from exhaustion, transforming into a weightless soul that unleashed its spiritual power, striking directly at Musashi's jaw.

【Edge's Mental Flash Punch】!

Whoosh!

The punch was so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, and even Wu Fengshui and Tianma Xiwang's dynamic vision could not lock onto it.

But as everyone's gazes focused, they saw that Musashi had already opened his right hand to meet the punch, and grabbed Shiraki's left fist from the front the instant he threw it.

—It's blocked!?

Snapped!

Musashi closed his five fingers and used his large hand to grasp Shiraki Sho's left fist.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shiraki made a quick decision to push off the ground and twist his waist, using the momentum to swing his left arm horizontally, intending to break Musashi's large hand grip.