Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Although I did not fall to the ground, my defenses were wide open, revealing my defeat."

He recalled with a smile, "The moment you took a step forward, a presence reached behind me."

"Out of curiosity, I wanted to find out more, so I turned my head to take a closer look."

"-- Deciding to do this is truly a fortunate thing."

"..."

Hearing Musashi's words, the five onlookers were all somewhat surprised.

Because Musashi's focus was neither on Shiraki's illogical "movement speed" nor on the [Wave Palm Strike] that hit him in the face.

Musashi is actually glad he "looked back"!?

"simply……"

Rito's eyes widened, sweat beading on his forehead. "It's practically an admission that he can easily handle Shiraki-kun's punch?"

Musashi heard what Rito said.

"Hmm, is there anything surprising about that?"

He stated the facts calmly, as if it were his usual way of stating, "If I cannot deal with attacks from all directions, I am not a qualified strategist."

"I turned around just now because I wanted to see what kind of punch Shiramu was going to throw."

"If you only want to deal with that punch, there are countless ways to do it, whether it's dodging or blocking, it's all very easy."

After saying that, Musashi rubbed his nose and snorted.

"It made my nose sting from the beating..."

He carefully reviewed Shiraki's move, "Although it looks like a 'palm strike,' it is clearly a powerful 'punch.'"

"The immense force of the punch pierced through my face and into my mind, making it a 'fist without form' that corresponds to the 'sword without form'."

"call……"

Musashi exhaled and said with a faint smile, "I didn't expect there to be such a level in the realm of 'fist'."

But then he changed the subject, saying, "Although it's superfluous, it's also interesting and a fun thing to do."

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiramu Cheng: "...Is that too much?"

"Oh, yes."

Musashi nodded seriously, raising his hand to demonstrate, "Since you can clench your fist yourself, why bother with an invisible fist? Isn't that redundant?"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

He pursed his lips, a dark light flashing in his eyes, his killing intent surging, and every move he made was fueled by the urge to destroy Miyamoto Musashi.

Shiramu Cheng: "...Is that too much?"

Musashi remained expressionless, even somewhat innocent, "Shiraki, are you angry?"

Shiramu Cheng took half a step forward, clenched his fist, and said, "No!"

Musashi stood still.

The five onlookers could clearly see that the air around Shiraki and Musashi was subtly distorted and deformed, and their demonic fighting spirit was incredibly thick, like some kind of viscous liquid.

A battle seemed imminent.

But suddenly, Bai Mucheng raised his eyebrows and repeated, "I'm really not angry."

"Whoa..."

Musashi was somewhat surprised, because he could tell that Shiraki Cheng was not being hypocritical.

Bai Mucheng grinned and said, "I'm a strange person by nature. Since I know that, it doesn't matter if others don't agree."

"Since Miyamoto Musashi says that my invisible fist is superfluous, then you can believe that."

"Besides, even if it's considered superfluous, it's still a serious evaluation, isn't that a good thing?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Musashi pursed his lips. "Please forgive me, Shiraki. I deliberately provoked you just now."

He looked down at his hands.

"Because I don't want to be separated, I pursue the intangible and practice it repeatedly every day. I am very clear about the focus required for this."

"To reach this level is truly remarkable, Shiraki."

"..."

After saying that, Musashi smiled and looked Shiraki Cheng up and down a few times.

Seeing that Shiraki was still standing sideways, Musashi also made a move.

He stood with his feet slightly wider than shoulder-width apart, his hands loosely clenched, and his arms slowly opened and raised until they were level with his shoulders, as if he were holding two samurai swords.

His long, loose hair stood up and swayed with his movements.

"—!!"

Everyone trembled at Musashi's stance.

They had seen a similar stance before, with arms raised and facing the enemy head-on, on Yujiro Hanma, Kaoru Hanayama, and Piccolo.

But upon closer inspection, Miyamoto Musashi's current posture seems somewhat similar to those of the other three.

……No.

Strictly speaking, although the stances of the four, including Miyamoto Musashi, are similar, the "power" they embody is completely different!

Miyamoto Musashi's stance clearly indicates a "two-sword style".

That original master from the Warring States period, a master among masters, wields two invisible swords and will use the dual-sword style to duel with Shiraki Sei.

—This is the legendary "Niten Ichi-ryu"!

"Humph!"

Musashi grinned, his facial muscles contorted and contorted, giving him a demonic appearance.

"Shiraki, come on—!!"

He shouted loudly, making everyone around him's eardrums vibrate.

Even so, not a single person covered their ears.

Curiosity overcame discomfort and even fear, making everyone feel that this moment was incredibly luxurious.

To miss even the slightest opportunity would be incredibly rude!

"..."

Bai Mucheng stood still in place, his body motionless.

But his muscles, internal organs, bones—and even all his cells—were immersed in a soul-level state of "exhaustion," collapsing into an invisible spiritual force.

In the ultimate state of decompression, the white wood becomes softer than water and lighter than air.

In the instant of transcending exhaustion—

Make your move!!

Boom!

Without any warning, Shiramu Cheng's figure vanished abruptly, charging towards Miyamoto Musashi once more, landing right in front of Musashi.

【Darsim Yoga Moment】!

Whoosh!

Meanwhile, Musashi had already noticed.

Not at "the same moment," but much earlier—

Even before Shiraki Cheng finished his "exhaustion" and his figure suddenly disappeared, Musashi had already noticed the signals emitted by Shiraki Cheng's brain.

The systematic claim originated in 1991 when Danish writer Taur Norrchander proposed that "consciousness has a 0.5-second delay."

People are convinced that their actions are driven by their own consciousness.

But in reality, the brain sends out signals 0.5 seconds before deciding to take action!

Miyamoto Musashi was able to detect Shiraki's brain signals earlier than Shiraki himself and take action accordingly!

As for the solutions...

Musashi raised his left hand and held it still, while pressing his right hand down to his waist, with his right palm facing outward.

Snapped!

Before Shiraki could even lift his left hand, which was being pressed down, Musashi grabbed it, clenching his fingers tightly in his palm and applying a strong grip to suppress him.

Crack!

"—!?"

Bai Mucheng immediately winced in pain.

Musashi pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Alright, I see it clearly now."

He had already anticipated Bai Mucheng's next move the instant he teleported, and grabbed Bai Mucheng's hand before the next attack could be launched!

This is a clash that transcends the "moves" themselves!

Shiraki stomped his foot and exerted force, intending to break Musashi's grip.

Musashi immediately released his grip, then with his other left hand, he curled his index finger inward and spread the remaining four fingers, using his thumb and little finger to hook back and exert force, slashing out an invisible sword diagonally downward.

"Humph……"

Swish!

A sharp, invisible blade cleaved down from Bai Mucheng's right shoulder, then slashed diagonally towards his left waist, creating an invisible, blood-red slash.

"—!!"

Bai Mucheng felt excruciating pain throughout his body, as if his entire upper body had been severed. A burning and icy sensation rushed into his mind at the same time.