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In other words, it wasn't a hand chop, but rather the stance for gripping a knife when swinging it down!

Whoosh—!

With two whooshing sounds, Musashi gripped the two barbells tightly and swung them, looking left and right, smashing them fiercely against the two sides of the white wooden frame.

"Mmm—!"

Musashi's muffled groan echoed.

The barbell, which could easily kill a person, slid almost against Bai Mucheng's skin on his left and right arms, even making him feel a little cold.

Buzz...!

However, just as the bar was about to hit the ground, Musashi stopped it effortlessly, holding it firmly on the white wooden support at his ankle, and even swayed slightly as if nothing had happened.

"Um……"

Musashi swung the two horizontal bars back into place, his forehead slightly sweating.

However, the horizontal bar that could originally be placed flat on the shelf has developed a visible bend and is even unable to be placed steadily.

It turned out that Musashi's final swing of force had bent the barbell, creating a permanent curve!

"Ah, this..."

Musashi looked embarrassed and somewhat ashamed.

Shiraki Cheng didn't seem to mind. He picked up a loose horizontal bar and explained, "Mr. Musashi, this is a tool used for training strength."

Musashi stared at the horizontal bar, seemingly not quite understanding.

Bai Mucheng smiled and said, "Do you need me to explain how to use it for practice? Or what do you want to practice on?"

Musashi lowered his head slightly in thought.

"I don't know, I've never thought about that."

He responded frankly, "Practice is practice; that's the quality of a strategist."

Shiraki nodded in understanding, "In other words, whatever he does is practice for Miyamoto Musashi, the 'strategist'."

Musashi was somewhat pleased. "Well, that's certainly true."

"Great, fantastic..."

Shiramu Cheng then tossed the transforming crossbar aside, put his hands on his hips, and turned around, saying, "There's a dojo on the first floor too, let's go there and continue."

However, Musashi suddenly widened his eyes and asked, "Continue?"

Shiraki, still wanting more, turned to Musashi and said, "Yes, because we haven't had enough fun yet, so we want to continue."

But upon hearing this, Musashi suddenly raised his eyelids and burst into laughter:

"The other boy I'm dueling with—I think his name is Baki Hanma? You guys are all like that, how interesting!"

"Haha, Shiraki..."

Musashi sighed, "You were knocked unconscious by my strike. I could have killed you countless times during that time. A dead man shouldn't talk too much."

"Whether to continue or not is no longer your prerogative."

Everyone heard it clearly.

According to Musashi's view of victory and defeat, Shiraki Sho's defeat was not a loss in a friendly exchange, but a defeat that was already a death sentence!

Faced with this huge difference in opinion, Bai Mucheng had no room for explanation.

Fortunately, he didn't want to argue.

The next moment—

Shiraki raised two fingers of his right hand and, at extremely close range, struck Musashi's jaw.

【Jamie o Dianchen】!

This move sacrifices lethality, but its advantage lies in its extremely fast execution.

But before Shiramu Cheng could fully unleash the move, he immediately stopped, withdrew his hand, and jumped half a step back.

He broke out in a cold sweat and looked at Musashi, only to see that the other man had already raised his hand to cover his chin, his palm open and facing forward.

If Shiraki Shōjin were to use [Denchū], Musashi would be able to grab his fingers and then break them with his grip!

Just imagining it hurts so much!

"..."

Musashi smiled faintly and commented, "A very quick move, and the principle behind it is also remarkable."

He patted his chin with the back of his hand.

“You seem to be very good at this—not aiming at the center of the face, but at the chin, which makes the earth appear tilted in my eyes.”

"..."

Bai Mucheng pursed his lips. "You've experienced it?"

"Ah, that young Fan Ma taught me a lesson; I even went too far."

Musashi recalled, "He punched me in the chin, and the ground tilted. I tried my best to block the ground hitting me, but my body opened up, and I was already dead."

"The principle behind this move is very good for unarmed martial artists."

Musashi changed the subject, "Although it's very good, it's not 'martial'."

"..."

To Musashi's surprise, Shiraki Cheng was neither shocked nor rebuttal, but nodded and said, "I knew you would think that way."

"Oh?"

Musashi immediately became interested. "Shiraki, what do you think?"

Bai Mucheng slowly said, "For Miyamoto Musashi, the peerless warrior, 'martial arts' is not just about the principles of moves, but also about military strategy and everything else."

"All of these combined constitute 'martial arts' for Miyamoto Musashi."

"—How was my assessment?"

"..."

Musashi's lips parted slightly. "Hmm... Although it's not entirely complete, I've at least grasped the 'principle'."

Having said that, Musashi was clearly in a very good mood and asked Shiraki Cheng, "Want to try it out?"

"……Thanks."

Shiraki understood immediately and continued.

Immediately, his body swayed and collapsed, transforming into a weightless soul, driven by fighting spirit at the level of mental power.

Bai Mucheng's figure completely "disappeared," leaving only a booming sound in the spot.

Soul-level [Exhaustion] Completed —

【Darsim Yoga Moment】!

Whoosh!

The forward lunge was completed in an instant, passing by Miyamoto Musashi as if "passing through" his body, appearing behind him, and stomping the rubber mat in the equipment room with one foot.

Boom!

That's a speed that transcends the concept of "speed"!

Thus, the position change is completed.

"...!"

Musashi turned right and looked back.

At the same time, Bai Mucheng pushed off the ground, straightened his back, and turned around in one smooth motion.

With a powerful thrust of his right palm, he unleashed a palm strike and an invisible fist simultaneously, slamming them into Miyamoto Musashi's face.

"Drink up—!"

[Long Bo's slap!]

Bang!

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Bang!

Shiraki's palm strike hit Musashi in the face, and an invisible fist erupted simultaneously.

In an instant, a muffled thud reverberated through the equipment room, making the eardrums of the five onlookers vibrate and their eyes twitch slightly.

--pretty!

It was definitely tied very tightly!

Li Ren even showed a look of joy, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.

They watched as wisps of white smoke rose from Miyamoto Musashi's face, his entire body tilted back to the left, and his legs spread apart and bent.

Boom...!

Musashi's left knee touched the ground first, followed by his left palm slamming into the ground to support his leaning body. He didn't sit down, but he was already out of balance, with countless openings.

"..."

The wisps of white smoke on his face dissipated.

Musashi slightly opened his mouth, his tiger-shaped slanted eyes unblinking, but clearly dazed, his pupils trembling uncontrollably, and it took several seconds for them to refocus.

Shiraki Cheng stood sideways, scratching his outstretched right fist. "Mr. Musashi, how does this kind of training feel?"

"Um……"

Musashi slowly rose, his expression calm and composed, revealing neither joy nor sorrow, yet he readily admitted, "Indeed, I have benefited greatly."