Super Fighting Tokyo.

At the same time, a glint flashed in Bai Mucheng's eyes, and he bared his teeth and roared angrily.

It was as if Shiramu Cheng's every move he had practiced felt a fatal blow to himself, and thus, on the verge of death, it all erupted.

Hidden within the techniques and fighting spirit is the resolve to end the life of the opponent before him, manifested as a consciousness called "Sweep of Killing Intent".

Driven by his consciousness, Shiraki clenched his right fist, transforming it into a wave that seemed to distort the air, and swung it forcefully at Miyamoto Musashi.

"Drink up—!"

Swish!

Musashi easily saw through Shiraki's movements and raised his right palm to block.

The moment his palm and fist made contact, Musashi felt a surge of killing intent, causing his right palm to tremble uncontrollably and his entire right arm to go numb.

"...!?"

Musashi looked surprised and shifted his weight slightly to the side.

Bai Mucheng, who had been slashed, still had a somewhat ferocious look on his face, but he had lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground with a "thud".

He trembled, but ultimately did not stand up. He simply turned over and lay on his back.

Although he didn't completely lose his senses, his eyes were glazed over after being struck, and his consciousness seemed to have fallen into an abyss, leaving him unable to move.

At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help but speak up.

"Whoa~~~!"

He looked delighted and raised his right arm to observe.

Goosebumps had risen on the skin of the right arm, which bore a horrifying scar, and a few drops of cold sweat had broken out.

"amazing!"

Musashi exclaimed in admiration, "Shiraki, although you have never killed anyone, your moves contain such a strong killing intent!"

"My entire right arm felt like it had been smashed to pieces; it was a truly unique experience."

After Musashi finished speaking, he looked down at Shiraki Shō.

Immediately, the joyful expression turned into surprise, tinged with a hint of confusion.

"Um……?"

Musashi stared directly at Shiraki, "After taking that kesa slash, not only were you able to counterattack after being distracted, but you were even laughing?"

"Bai Mu, what are you laughing at?"

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Musashi swung his hands diagonally, as if swinging two swords at the same time, shaking off the blood from the blades.

He murmured softly.

"Defeat is inevitable, yet you're still laughing? And..."

The next moment—

Wow!

Musashi's hands, which were clenched in a fist, actually grasped an invisible sword. He spun around himself and swung it fiercely, creating two tornado-like blades.

Swoosh!

Two blades flashed past Bai Mucheng's neck and chest, one after the other, wiping away a few drops of sweat from his skin.

Thus, Musashi confirmed Shiraki Sho's expression.

That face, with its vacant eyes and barely conscious expression, did indeed carry a smile.

Even so, Shiraki's hands remained clenched tightly, as if he could still throw his "fist" at any moment.

"Well……"

Musashi lowered his left sword, raised his right sword and slung it over his shoulder, looked up, pursed his lips, and fell into a reverie.

“I have clashed with people no less than sixty times, and if you include minor skirmishes, it’s no less than a hundred, not to mention countless other miscellaneous incidents.”

"A few can still laugh after being beheaded... well, there are a few."

"But it's either a death wish seeking release, a bitter smile pleading for mercy, or a relieved smile of fulfilled desire..."

"But yours is different."

Musashi lowered his head and looked down at Shiraki, who had caught his breath slightly.

"Bai Mu, what are you laughing at again?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng murmured, his voice very weak, "Because, now... I can ask you a 'question'..."

Musashi tilted his head. "What's the problem?"

Bai Mucheng said hoarsely, "I'll ask the question with my fists, and you'll answer with your sword. That's the only way..."

After saying that, Bai Mucheng was in so much pain that he collapsed and could only gasp for breath.

Musashi could still see Shiraki's smile.

That expression seemed to confirm it...

The dialogue between him—Miyamoto Musashi and Shiraki Sho—will not end, and the answer lies in the sword and the fist!

Musashi thought back to what had happened before, "Hmm, you saw 'me' in me..."

As he pondered, Musashi's lower eyelids drooped, his lips slightly parted, and his facial muscles traced lines of pleasure.

He revealed a faint expression of delight, "Not bad, it exceeded my expectations!"

Having said that, Musashi raised and twirled his left hand, twirled his right hand with his sword, and at the same time sheathed the two invisible swords back into his left waist.

The movement caused flashes of sword light and cold shadows all around, making it extremely elegant!

He glanced at the five onlookers and instructed, "Please tell Bai Mu that, as he wishes, I will come back to speak with him again."

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

Miyamoto Musashi turned and left.

At this moment, Rito finally released the cold sweat he had been holding in for so long, which instantly soaked through his clothes.

Tianma Hope collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Maruk trembled, Wu Fengshui barely managed to stay upright by activating [Liberation], and even You Sha was so tired that her eyelids drooped, her whole body feeling as if she were about to collapse.

What the people felt was not the relief of being spared their lives.

They were certain that Miyamoto Musashi would not make a move against the five men who showed no will to fight.

Even so, everyone still felt a deep-seated fear of the "power" that spread throughout their bodies!

……

……

Bai Mucheng fell into a deep sleep.

In his view, it's better to relax and get plenty of rest than to push through a weakened state.

Therefore, when Shiraki Cheng opened his eyes again and woke up, he easily sat up.

"..."

Bai Mucheng sat up and found himself lying in the living room—the place where he had fainted before, now with an extra blanket and pillow.

Looking out the door, the sky was gradually darkening.

Then, another voice came from the side; it was an old man.

"you're awake?"

Shiraki turned his head and saw that it was indeed Tokugawa Mitsunari.

It is likely that Tokugawa tracked Musashi all the way here, and then stayed at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall to wait for Shiraki to wake up.

At this moment, the old man was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, puffing out smoke, his brows furrowed and his face full of worry.

Bai Mucheng patted his throbbing head, feeling refreshed all over. "How long did I sleep?"

"Sleep from day to night."

"After Musashi fought you, I took him home."

Tokugawa quipped helplessly, "You slept very comfortably! At first they were worried about the feng shui, but after they found there was nothing wrong, they all went about their own business."

Shiramu sat cross-legged on the bedding, letting out a long sigh. "I slept very comfortably, but how could I possibly be alright..."

"oh oh!"

Tokugawa, somewhat curious, quickly asked, "How did you feel facing Miyamoto Musashi?"

Shiraki Cheng grinned and retorted, "Cloning humans isn't allowed, is it?"

Tokugawa: "..."

Tokugawa: "Ah, this..."

The old man clearly hadn't expected Shiraki Cheng to suddenly bring up this angle.

But Shiramu Cheng changed the subject abruptly, saying, "—That's exactly the feeling."

Tokugawa was taken aback. "What?"

Shiraki explained, "When facing Miyamoto Musashi, you get that feeling of 'changing perspectives,' and even the most familiar things become unexpected."

Tokugawa blinked, and looking back, he found the description incredibly apt.

Bai Mucheng continued: