Super Fighting Tokyo.

Suddenly, Musashi raised his right hand, which was clenched into a fist, high above his head.

"?!"

Shiraki was forcibly pulled half a step closer, colliding with Musashi's chest, and they faced each other.

At the same time, Musashi gripped and pinched tightly with his five fingers.

clack clack...

An incredibly powerful grip came crashing down, like five hydraulic presses squeezing Bai Mucheng's fist from different directions, crushing and deforming it.

"pain--!?"

The grip strength was so great that it reached the realm of the superhuman, even reminding people of Kaoru Hanayama!

Bai Mucheng winced in pain and immediately lowered his center of gravity.

He tried to use his own weight to break free from Musashi's one-handed grip from below before being completely suppressed.

Musashi seemed to have seen through Shiraki's plan.

despair!

He took a half step forward with his left foot, continued to grip his left fist tightly, and leaned forward with force, as if to press the white wood against the ground.

"Ahhhh!!"

Shiraki even felt as if his left fist was about to be crushed.

Anger arises from the intense pain, transforming into an impulse to destroy the opponent. He uses the "Surge of Killing Intent" to see through Musashi's weakness and aim for his opening.

——！

In that instant when Musashi leaned slightly forward—

Bai Mucheng crouched slightly, lunged forward, pushed off the ground, and leaped up like a spring, throwing a free right hook upwards.

【Rising Dragon Fist】!

Swish!

This close-range strike was aimed at Musashi's jaw.

But the moment the Rising Dragon was unleashed, Musashi had already released his right hand, allowing Shiraki to rise up with the force of the blow, while he himself leaned back slightly.

wow...

Shiramu Cheng's hook punch missed.

Musashi kept his right hand raised high without lowering it, and his five fingers changed to a loose grip on the sword.

He suddenly dived down and rushed to Bai Mucheng's side, simultaneously slashing down with his right hand, aiming the outside of his little finger at Bai Mucheng's face.

Snapped!

In an instant, Musashi's little finger and the outer palm seemed to embed themselves into Shiraki's face, causing Shiraki's eyelids and cheeks to flutter.

"Humph!"

Musashi let out a low shout and continued to slash downwards with force.

Shiraki leaned back and was pressed down by Musashi's hand chop, slamming his entire body heavily onto the ground with a muffled thud.

Boom—!!

The immense force seemed to make the ground tremble, sand and soil flew up and scattered, creating large waves of dust and wisps of smoke.

Splash...

Everyone stared intently at it.

Bai Mucheng was lying on his back on the ground. Although he managed to protect the back of his head with his left hand, he was still hit so hard that blood spurted from his mouth and nose, his eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness.

"..."

Musashi stood up, clapped his hands, and sighed softly.

"Nowadays, martial artists seem to prefer training unstable jumping footwork. How can they concentrate on the next move if they do that?"

"It's in the middle of a duel, yet he made a foolish move and was easily exploited by his opponent. It's truly baffling."

"But that's true..."

"For the time being, it is a duel worth fighting."

Swish~!

Musashi swung his right hand in front of him, as if wiping away bloodstains from an invisible sword, then sheathed it back at his waist and ceased fighting.

……

……

"..."

Shiraki Cheng awoke from his coma.

When I slowly opened my eyes, I saw the living room ceiling. I realized that I was lying on the living room floor with a cushion under my head.

The face still throbs slightly vertically, but the bleeding from the nose and mouth has stopped, and the smell of blood can be detected.

"Um……"

Bai Mucheng snorted, his consciousness fully returning.

His first reaction was not to endure the pain, nor to wonder how long he had been unconscious, but to fight Miyamoto Musashi.

—He was beheaded?!

It appears that Musashi is using a hand blade, but in reality, it is an invisible blade that cuts him in two from the front!

I lost to him...

Bai Mucheng slowly sat up and rubbed his throbbing head.

Moreover, it wasn't just that he lost to Miyamoto Musashi in a "skill duel"; he had fallen into a trap from the very beginning of the tactical arrangement!

"~~~~~~"

He sat cross-legged on the white wooden stool, attempting to analyze the situation.

Miyamoto Musashi used tactics, combined with his own movements and footwork, to gradually force me, Shiraki Sei, to use the Rising Dragon Fist.

Grasp my left fist to close the distance; then raise my left fist to create a forward-pressing "pose," actively placing myself in a superior position!

Combined with the previous two rounds of probing, Musashi was fully confident, waiting for the [Rising Dragon Fist] to strike and preparing a response!

But what Bai Mucheng couldn't understand was—

How did Miyamoto Musashi know that the "Rising Dragon Fist" I used at the beginning was his signature move?

"..."

After a moment of thought, Bai Mucheng suddenly realized.

Miyamoto Musashi must know that I've seen his duel with Sabe!

Although Musashi may not understand the principles of "video", he knows that Shiraki has seen it and takes this as a prerequisite for his actions.

Combined with his own words and actions, Musashi became convinced that the Rising Dragon Fist was indeed Shiraki Sho's signature technique!

This is no longer a matter of strength or weakness...

It's the realm of "duel" itself!

That extraordinary duel, which Bai Mucheng personally experienced, was clearly etched in his mind and replayed over and over again.

"..."

Bai Mucheng took a few deep breaths, suppressing the excruciating pain that spread from his head to his entire body, and slowly stood up, staggering towards the living room door.

Splash!

The door was opened.

The five friends and relatives who had come to watch the game remained in the courtyard corridor, each holding a cup of hot tea, without doing anything else.

In one corner of the corridor, there was a cup of hot tea, steaming with white smoke.

Was Miyamoto Musashi just drinking tea?

"Shiraki-sensei..."

Wu Fengshui leaned closer and whispered a reminder, gesturing towards the courtyard gate.

"Before Mr. Musashi arrived, it seems he assaulted a police officer on the street, and the Metropolitan Police Department came to investigate."

“I wanted to stop them—stop the Metropolitan Police Department officers, but Mr. Musashi stepped forward first, and I couldn’t get past them.”

"..."

Shiraki looked up and saw Miyamoto Musashi standing there, confronting three police officers; the atmosphere was tense.

"Were you the one who assaulted the police officer on the street just now?"

"Although the attacked police officers did not have any obvious external injuries, they were unconscious for a long time before waking up. What exactly did you do? Please cooperate with our investigation..."

As he spoke, the lead policeman reached out and tried to restrain Musashi.

Musashi merely shifted his body slightly to avoid the officer's hand, and at the same time raised his right-hand sword, gently slashing at the side of the leading officer's neck.

Snapped.

With just a light touch, the police officer collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"?!"

The remaining two officers were shocked and hurriedly tried to draw their pistols.

But at this very moment—

"drink!!"

Shiraki's loud shout startled the two police officers and also attracted Musashi's attention.

"Oh, Shiraki, you're awake."

"Sorry, I was so comfortable that I slept for a while."