Super Fighting Tokyo.

Bai Mucheng stepped forward, met the bewildered police officer, and gently picked up the unconscious man, patting the dust off his body.

These three police officers were neither from the Secret Burial Division nor from Sonoda Morio's side, so they were not familiar with the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School.

"If you have any questions, you can consult Mr. Tokugawa Mitsunari."

“The Secret Burial Division’s Master Pot Master, Superintendent Sonoda Morio, and even the Superintendent General—anyone will do. Just mention the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School and have them go find the old man.”

Bai Mucheng handed the police officer back to him, saying, "You can't handle this, and you don't need to. Let's leave it at that."

Although the two officers had doubts, the other party had given a long list of important names, so they had no choice but to give up and wait for the report to be submitted before making a decision.

"..."

After the police officers left, Shiraki Seung-chang breathed a long sigh of relief.

Miyamoto Musashi, who was standing nearby, laughed and said, "It's troublesome. They suddenly started bothering me."

Bai Mucheng shook his head helplessly, "What did they say... government officials? After all, they are government officials, so we should at least give them some face, right?"

"Ha ha……!"

Musashi scratched his head. "Speaking of which, I've been waiting for you to wake up."

He turned to look at the three-story Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall. "I haven't had enough fun yet. Show me around here, okay?"

"please."

Bai Mucheng raised his hand, his face filled with joy and anticipation, and enthusiastically invited, "Come again soon, I haven't had enough fun yet!"

Chapter 611 Just Practice

...Still not enough fun?

—Still not enough fun!?

The five people not far away, upon hearing Miyamoto Musashi and Shiraki Sei's words, all widened their eyes, oblivious to the fact that their tea had gone cold.

The duel that just took place on the arena inside the courtyard, though only lasted a brief moment, was undeniably intense.

Even looking back now—

On the sandy ground beside the ring, a human-shaped depression can be clearly seen, with the head area even being a sand pit!

If it were an ordinary person, being hit so hard like that would probably have killed them long ago.

But Bai Mucheng was only unconscious for about half an hour, and he still wanted to come again!

Not enough fun...?

Was that just a "play" match really just a game?

……

……

Shiraki Shōka and Miyamoto Musashi didn't say anything in particular.

I wasn't excited or thrilled, just very happy.

However, the two exuded a unique personality and an indescribable presence, which ultimately distorted the surrounding air and created an anomaly!

This even rendered the five bystanders speechless.

"..."

Wu Fengshui, You Sha, Maruk, Li Ren, Tianma Xiwang.

The five people made way and watched as the two walked down the corridor, opened the door, took off their shoes, and went inside together.

I want to see it.

I want to see what those two are up to!

All five of them had the same idea, so they followed behind, trying not to make any noise and avoid disturbing them.

……

……

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

Shiraki Shō and Miyamoto Musashi walked side by side, barefoot, on the floor.

Musashi smiled faintly, his eyes remaining still. He slightly turned his neck, using his gaze and peripheral vision to take in everything in the room.

"Ugh~~~~!"

Musashi pondered, "The underground room where I awoke is more like an ordinary residence than the grand Tokugawa family mansion."

"Are all ordinary families like this in this era?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng was conflicted, and at the same time, he was lost in memories.

He suddenly remembered that in the beginning, he was seriously ill, and there were only two tin shacks and a dilapidated house on this piece of land.

“My family’s situation is a little better.”

Shiramu Cheng smiled and said, "After all, it is a fighting center, so not only the living room, but also other spaces have been added together."

"other?"

Musashi was somewhat puzzled, but quickly received an answer.

He had already walked into the corridor, which was mainly used to display "decorative souvenirs," and saw the mess in various display cases.

No special embellishment is needed; Musashi can find enjoyment in those decorations at a glance!

"These are all...?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng patiently explained.

"This is a 'photograph,' similar to a portrait. The person in the photograph is [Martial God] Yudi Dudu, and it even has his signature on it."

"The fist marks on this iron plate were made by a friend of mine; he's very strong."

"This folding fan? Mr. Musashi should be able to tell that it was a gift from Lord Tokugawa."

"Ah, these are boxing gloves, a tool used in a modern sport..."

"..."

Bai Mucheng recounted each item one by one.

Finally, the two reached the end of the corridor.

Shiraki pointed to the 30cm Tyrannosaurus Rex fang, "This is the tooth of a prehistoric beast that lived in a time much earlier than the Edo period."

"..."

As Miyamoto Musashi looked at all of this, he felt a wave of cheers and praises coming his way.

He couldn't help but smile faintly, "This is a very comfortable place..."

Suddenly, Musashi noticed another room.

He peered inside and saw that the room was filled with all sorts of strange "ironware"—it turned out to be the equipment room of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School.

Musashi stepped inside and noticed the horizontal bar on the barbell rack.

"An iron rod? The craftsmanship is exquisite!"

He gripped one end of a barbell bar, weighed it in his hand, and then grabbed the other end of the bar with his left hand.

Miyamoto Musashi managed to grab the dumbbell bar, which weighed a full 20 kilograms, with one in each hand, and even grabbed the most strenuous end of the bar!

"Well!"

Musashi's expression hardened, and he suddenly swung two horizontal bars, each over two meters long, creating a strong gust of wind in the not-so-spacious equipment room.

Whoops!

The wooden support was right beside him, and there were many other machines and countless obstacles around him.

But Musashi used his amazing grip strength to perfectly control the two horizontal bars, swinging them fast and fiercely while avoiding the obstacles one by one.

It felt like a burly man was swinging a hammer next to you, and the immense pressure was overwhelming.

"—?!"

Bai Mucheng's pupils contracted, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Outside the room not far away, the five onlookers were also forced to squint, and were even so frightened that they briefly choked, and then gasped for breath.

They had all heard the legends about Miyamoto Musashi.

It is said that Musashi possessed extraordinary strength, and could even split freshly cut bamboo into thin strips with a single, empty swing!

In the video, they also saw Miyamoto Musashi use his grip strength and wind pressure to shatter a modern knife in mid-air!

Now, Miyamoto Musashi is actually wielding two 20kg dumbbell bars in each hand, swinging them around in the cramped weight room, with Shiraki Sei standing next to him!

Along the way, the two horizontal bars moved around the surrounding equipment as smoothly as flowing clouds and water.

That level of control was so exaggerated that it was like a myth or legend coming to life, making people both afraid and unable to look away!

Finally, Musashi slowly raised the two horizontal bars, pulled them behind his back, slightly puffed out his chest, and faced Shiraki.

"..."

Shiramu Cheng broke out in a cold sweat.

But he couldn't help but laugh, neither dodging nor flinching, and stood still.

In an instant, Musashi's face contorted into a ferocious expression, his mouth agape like an angry Buddha, his eyes widening to the point of almost losing their pupils and turning pure white.

He gripped the barbell with both hands, only his index fingers tucked inwards, using momentum to stabilize the two bars, and then used his little fingers and thumbs to pull the bars.

That grip was the same hand that had previously cleaved Bai Mucheng.