Super Fighting Tokyo.

As they were talking, Katahara Metsudo led his men down several tiers of seats to Shiraki Sei's side and greeted his friend.

Bai Mucheng introduced everyone to each other.

Baku and Katahara Metsudou shook hands, their smiles meeting.

These two astute individuals also saw something interesting in each other's eyes and decided to discuss it further later.

"In short..."

Miedang explained to Shiraki Cheng, "I received intelligence that these guys were after 'Miyamoto Musashi,' so I contacted Kuroki-kun."

Shiramu nodded in understanding, but was more curious about something else, "Is Gana Aya in seclusion? What is he practicing?"

Miedang sighed, "Need I say more? Ae feels the same way as you, Shiraki-kun, we're both thinking about that 'Peerless Under Heaven' day and night."

"Aku wants to continue evolving, so it also wants to face Miyamoto Musashi..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng lowered his brows and seemed to be deep in thought.

……

……

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Gensai Kuroki walked slowly forward, reaching the group led by Hayami, and issued a simple and direct warning:

"As I said before, your speculations are an offense to Miyamoto Musashi."

"Whether it's recruiting Miyamoto Musashi himself or hiring fighters to fight Musashi—give up on those ideas, they're completely wrong."

"Your knowledge is ultimately limited."

"In fact, no one should challenge Miyamoto Musashi to a duel, because that would only result in a field of corpses and would violate the 'Way of Martial Arts'."

Gensai Kuroki looked down at his hands.

"The Odd Arm Style that I practice originated from Okinawan Karate and Ryukyu Kenpo, and is the next step after that 'sword-wielding era'."

"In other words, my 'martial arts' is the next generation of Miyamoto Musashi's 'martial arts'."

"Therefore, I can understand why Miyamoto Musashi is a monster among monsters!"

"..."

Kuroki did not make any threats; he was simply stating the facts.

But after all, it was "Kuroki Gensai" who was speaking, so the sense of oppression was overwhelming, making it difficult for Hayami Katsumasa in front of him to breathe.

His expression changed several times, and just as he was about to question someone, he was suddenly bumped hard from behind.

"what!?"

Hayami Katsumasa, who was already tense, was even more stunned at this moment.

He staggered to the side, turned his head and saw the burly "monster" Julius walking towards Kuroki Gensai from the front.

A muscular man standing 205cm tall looked down at a burly man standing 185cm tall.

The two men stared at each other, their brows furrowed, each with their own gloomy expression, neither willing to yield, the air thick with tension.

"You seem to have misunderstood something..."

On Julius's bald head, several veins bulged with anger, and his eyebrowless eyes darted around, staring intently at Kuroki Gensai.

“I wasn’t sent to deal with Miyamoto Musashi because I was hired; that kind of thing doesn’t matter to me.”

“I want to fight him—because I want to.”

Julius's tone was low.

“You guys are always arguing about moves, principles, and special techniques, but in my opinion, those are just the nonsense of the weak.”

“I wanted to prove this point, and then Miyamoto Musashi appeared.”

"I need a good opponent, that's all."

"The logic is very simple: if you try to stop me, I'll beat you so badly you can't speak!"

Julius was furious.

He and Kuroki Gensai were neither willing to back down, neither would yield an inch.

"..."

Katahara Metsudou watched from afar, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. "Heh heh, this is really intense! That fighter is quite impressive too!"

"Hayami, who only flipped through a few pages of the Book of Five Rings in the bookstore and then spouted nonsense, doesn't seem to have even fully understood his family's fighters, let alone Miyamoto Musashi."

"Now is the era when knowledge is most easily acquired."

"But that knowledge, including the martial arts of combat, is a long and arduous journey that requires exploration..."

The old man beamed, just about to ask Bai Mucheng for his opinion.

At this moment, Shiraki Cheng also sorted out his thoughts.

He scratched his head and said to Katahara Metsudo, "Grandpa, I really think... Kanao shouldn't have fought Miyamoto Musashi either."

Katahara Metsudou: "..."

Katahara Metsudou: "Hmm~~~~?"

His smile remained unchanged, only his eyes widened slightly. "Bai Mu, what are you thinking now?"

Shiraki admitted the truth: "That 'Fang of Destruction' Kanao wanted to face Miyamoto Musashi because he 'wanted to evolve'."

"However, if it is limited to 'wanting to evolve,' then Ghana has already lost."

"For Miyamoto Musashi, there was no stage of 'thinking'; everything in his daily life, from beginning to end, was practice and evolution."

Bai Mucheng pursed his lips and commented:

"Ghana, we can't win."

"Therefore, I don't want Kanao to see Miyamoto Musashi."

Katahara Metsudou: "..."

Katahara Metsudo was also somewhat angry.

Just as the old man was about to speak, suddenly—

Click!

A loud, crisp sound interrupted their conversation.

Turning my head, I saw Julius raise his large fist and smash the iron railings of the stands, twisting and deforming them until they were completely destroyed.

The burly man with exaggerated muscles was so angry that his face contorted with rage because of what Kuroki Gensai said.

He gritted his teeth, but his tone suddenly calmed down.

"Hey……"

Julius stared at Kuroki Gensai, tilting his head in a gesture of respect, "Since you call yourself a martial artist, then let your martial arts speak for themselves."

After saying that, Julius flipped over and jumped down from the audience seats, which were several meters high.

Boom!

He slammed his feet into the ground with a heavy thud, landing on the stadium floor. He looked up at Kuroki Gensai, his meaning clear.

"Um..."

Kuroki Gensai waited with a serious expression. Without any hesitation, he jumped over the railing and also entered the stadium.

He took off his trench coat and kicked off his shoes, leaving him in only a short-sleeved shirt and trousers.

……

……

Meanwhile, in the upper audience seats.

Shiraki Shō and Katahara Metsudou had temporarily put aside their argument and were both focused intently on the field, anticipating what was about to happen.

For Gensai Kuroki and Julius, it's better to settle things with a fight than to argue endlessly!

"..."

Bai Mucheng's mind was in turmoil.

[Monster] Julius Reinhardt.

Born in Germany.

His muscular physique, forged from the essence of German medicine and aided by high-risk drugs, ultimately reached an exaggerated level.

Its speed surpasses that of top-tier track and field athletes, and its defensive capabilities rival those of ironclad armor.

Furthermore, it possesses superhuman strength!

In what should have been the "Kengan Suicide Tournament," Julius easily defeated [Dark Bird] Keizaburo Sawada.

In the second round, Julius, as "a human who transcends monsters," faces off against "a monster born of birth," the Tiger Samurai Wakatsuki.

The two sides engaged in a terrifying brawl that resembled something out of a monster movie!

In the end, Julius lost by a single move, but he also inflicted unimaginable damage on the Wakatsuki samurai, almost killing him.

His strength is recognized by the Kengan Association as top-notch.

His obsession with muscles and strength has reached a level that is unimaginable to ordinary people!

……

……

On the stadium.

[Magic Lance] against [Monster];

Gensai Kuroki vs. Julius Reinhardt!

"..."

Julius cracked his knuckles, making a snapping sound. "Boring, come on!"