Super Fighting Tokyo.

"But no matter how 'unexpected' it may be, it is undoubtedly reality, not a dream."

"—I was beheaded."

Shiramu Cheng gestured, first the center of his face, then from his right shoulder to his left waist.

"A single, direct cut cleaved me in two."

"After that, there was a kasaya slash that pierced diagonally across the upper body."

"I can still vividly feel the impact of those two strikes; there's a lingering sense of shock..."

"In other words, the proof of my fight with Miyamoto Musashi is already etched on my body!"

The more Shiramu Cheng pondered, the more he couldn't stop smiling.

"I can unleash an 'invisible fist,' but when I actually faced Miyamoto Musashi, I witnessed another kind of seemingly different realm!"

"Great, fantastic..."

"..."

Compared to the excited Shiraki Shō, Tokugawa Mitsunari had a droopy face and a somewhat disappointed expression.

"Shiraki Cheng, the [Fighting Spirit] who can unleash invisible fists, has lost."

"Before that, Baki Hanma, the champion who inherited the title of 'strongest creature on earth,' was also killed unconscious by Musashi Miyamoto."

"You guys..."

Tokugawa had a lot to say, so Shiraki didn't interrupt and continued to sit cross-legged to rest.

"Baki Hanma vs. Musashi Miyamoto - it wasn't exactly a formal duel, it just started suddenly, and I was the only one watching."

"Baki lost twice in total."

Tokugawa said slowly:

"The first time was when Musashi caught his signature flying kick, then swung him up and slammed him heavily to the ground."

"When Baki awoke, he rushed out to continue his fight with Musashi."

"This time, although he caught Musashi off guard with his faster-than-light jab, causing Musashi to stagger and fall to the ground, Musashi seemed to just want to experience it."

"When Musashi adopted the stance of the Second Heaven First Class, Baki threw a second jab, but Musashi actually caught it directly."

"Then, Baki was struck a second time and collapsed unconscious."

"Musashi took the opportunity to jump over my wall, saying he wanted to go out and travel. I couldn't stop him."

Tokugawa let out a long sigh.

"After Baki awoke, he simply left silently."

"Baki lost."

"Immediately afterwards, Shiraki Cheng also lost."

"Ugh……"

Tokugawa was speechless for a moment. Thinking of his beloved arena warriors, he felt uncomfortable no matter how much he thought about it.

"Very well, I don't need comforting. What I want to see more of are 'you'..."

"You should rest well. Contact me if you need anything."

After saying this, the old man got up to take his leave.

……

……

Shiraki watched Tokugawa leave, then felt a sharp pain running down his upper body, so he simply lay back on the bed.

He was both resting and pondering.

{…}

The ink flowed and outlined Master Long's appearance, who was also lying sprawled on the living room floor, resting with his apprentice.

Recalling today, Takashi nodded and said in a deep voice, "Miyamoto Musashi is very strong!"

Then, the dotted lines of ink floated, and more masters appeared one by one, distributed in various corners of the living room.

Some are lying on their backs, some are leaning against the sofa, and some are even sitting cross-legged and floating...

They were all resting and listening to their disciples.

{…}

Shiraki Shigeaki grinned and said, "Miyamoto Musashi is also known as the 'Strongest'..."

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng raised his hand and gestured, recalling:

"Grasp the ends of two 20kg barbells at the same time, swing them like two bamboo strips, and you can even deform them by swinging them, and still move them freely."

"What extraordinary grip and control."

"Furthermore, there's the 'predictive ability' that allows one to anticipate the opponent's actions before the opponent launches an attack..."

"That's a realm that can only be reached through a death match."

"In an era when everyone carried weapons, a moment's carelessness could lead to being beheaded."

"Therefore, for Miyamoto Musashi, the weight of the word 'victory' and 'defeat' is something that modern people cannot understand."

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"I also want to throw a punch that satisfies me..."

Feeling the pain of being struck and an indescribable tremor, Shiramu Cheng fell asleep peacefully.

"..."

I slept very soundly and had a dream, in which I dreamt of many, many people.

Before long, people will know about the peerless Miyamoto Musashi who lives in the modern world.

This matter can't be resolved so easily!

Chapter 614 Spread

The next day.

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, first floor training dojo.

Bai Mucheng stood alone in the center of the dojo, letting the sunlight stream in through the window and fall on one side of his body.

He recalled yesterday.

The peerless warrior known as "Miyamoto Musashi" left his mark on himself with the strikes of an invisible sword.

Shiraki was struck twice in succession and fell to the ground, unable to move!

Is it because...it wasn't a formal duel?

If you think that way, it's really ugly.

Phrases like "tried your best," "did your best," and "did your best" are new terms that have only emerged in modern society; Musashi probably had never even heard of them.

In the era in which Miyamoto Musashi lived, weapons were always carried with one's person, and defeat meant death.

There is no room for deception in his battles!

"..."

Bai Mucheng pursed his lips.

So you really are... lucky!

Although it was only for a fleeting moment twice, Shiraki Sei managed to come into contact with the [Form] possessed by Miyamoto Musashi.

Our predecessors left behind all sorts of requirements in the form of "martial arts," as a message for future generations.

Judo is judo, karate is karate, and so are martial arts... even including boxing, kickboxing, and military combat techniques...

The essence that determines the existence of something is its form!

The reason why Miyamoto Musashi became known as "Miyamoto Musashi" is because of his [form].

Within Miyamoto Musashi's body—his form—lies the essence and crystallization of martial arts.

He told me...

Shiraki thought of it.

It was Miyamoto Musashi who, with his invisible sword strikes, made me fully understand who he was and what level of power he possessed!

His unparalleled desire for "sword strikes" transformed into a powerful consciousness, ultimately leading him to wield an invisible sword.

Can I surpass it?

Beyond that realm...

—That was a field I never thought I could reach before!

I asked him questions with my fists and feet, and he answered with swords and knives—that was the only way.

The answer lies in fists and swords!

In order to continue my conversation with Miyamoto Musashi, I also need to...

What were we supposed to do again?

"...?"

Bai Mucheng was momentarily dazed.

When he came to his senses, he suddenly realized that he had already stood sideways, with his left hand pressed down in front and his right fist clenched to protect his ribs.

Haha, as expected, this fighting stance is much more comfortable.

Why……?