Super Fighting Tokyo.

He took a deep breath, feeling less like he was watching a battle and more like he was in some kind of monster movie, which made his heart pound.

"With a body that's 205cm tall and weighs 210kg, the continuous horizontal swinging punches it delivers would be enough to overwhelm even a tank!"

……

Boom—!

With the final heavy punch landed, Julius had already thrown more than a dozen swinging punches.

He smashed Kuroki Gensai's weapon into the outer wall of the stadium, creating a destructive trail that was over ten meters long!

Splash splash splash splash...

Pieces of gravel fell, and even several railings in the stands collapsed.

Everyone stared wide-eyed as they saw that Kuroki's "Three Battle Stance" was even more focused, and his face was darkened by the overhead light, making it impossible to see his expression.

"Is maintaining a stable posture your 'movement'?"

"How boring."

"True strength doesn't require any special techniques!"

Julius took a deep breath and swung his right hook from below, sending Kuroki Gensai flying upwards.

Boom—!

Swish!

The 100kg Kuroki Gensai flew up!

He tumbled in mid-air, but his posture was very strange. He didn't move his arms or legs, but continued to maintain the three-legged stance until he landed.

Bang!

Kuroki turned in mid-air, his feet landing firmly on the ground, and the third battle continued.

But the next second—

"Huh?!"

Kuroki groaned, half-kneeling on the ground, a trickle of blood flowing slightly from the corner of his mouth.

……

Baku was utterly shocked. "That German is a monster!"

Even Katahara Metsudo couldn't help but narrow his eyes, "Wow, Kuroki Gensai is actually injured...?"

On the other hand, Shiraki Cheng and Gara—these two experts—clearly saw something else, as if Kuroki Gensai had his own plans.

……

On the stadium.

"Kuroki Gensai!"

Julius looked at his opponent, who was kneeling on the ground, and shouted in a deep voice, "Didn't you warn me not to underestimate martial arts?!"

"Do you intend to use this to prevent me from seeing Miyamoto Musashi?"

"This level of competition is not the kind of battle I want!"

Before the words were finished—

Bang bang bang!

Julius strode forward, instantly rushing in front of Kuroki, his right fist clenched, aiming at Kuroki's face, and unleashing a powerful punch.

"I will fight with all my might...!!"

boom!

Like a missile whistling through the air, it struck Kuroki head-on.

suddenly--

Snapped!

Kuroki pushed up with his left wrist, actually deflecting Julius's heavy punch.

Julius, however, had anticipated this. Without changing his expression, he simply straightened his right arm, which had been lifted up, and used it as a deadly hammer to bring it down again.

Swish!

This time, Kuroki proactively raised his left arm to meet him.

Boom~! !

Kuroki bent his left wrist and raised his left hand, forming a 90° angle with his forearm, thus forcefully supporting Julius's right arm.

The next moment—

Kuroki's legs and core muscles exploded simultaneously, lifting Julius's right arm off the ground!

The two sides face each other.

"A thousand days for forging, ten thousand days for refining."

"And in my martial arts training, I never expect to emerge unscathed!"

"That's exactly what's happening today!"

Swish!

Kuroki brought his right hand together and thrust it into Julius's left chest. Blood splattered everywhere, creating four bloody holes.

puff!

This move, executed with a single stroke, is known as the "Demon Spear"!

Kuroki's face was resolute, as if he had made up his mind.

"I understand now that I must protect the way of martial arts in front of Miyamoto Musashi!"

Closed today

I'll take a day off to work on the outline, and then I shouldn't need to take any more leave this month.

The Musashi arc has a lot of intense battles, so I need to work on some of the dialogue scenes. I also need to go to the hospital because my stomach isn't feeling well.

Thanks for your support, see you tomorrow!

Muah~!

Chapter 620 Demon Gun

Strange Arm Style -

This style of martial arts has a long history and combines elements of Okinawan karate and Ryukyu boxing.

Its daily routine includes basic exercises to cultivate resilient movements, practice of forms, and research on meridians, acupoints, and "qi".

Among these, the most rigorous is "partial body training".

Feet, toes, knees, elbows, wrists... each part undergoes targeted, high-intensity training.

For example, "both hands".

The practitioner holds both hands together with their fingers interlaced and uses the most basic striking technique to repeatedly strike rolled-up straw, sandbags, wooden boards, iron filings, and so on...

He would spend most of his day on this, until he was covered in blood.

Those successive acts of self-harm led the cultivator to evolve limbs resembling guns at the end of his suffering.

Its name is—[Demon Gun]!

……

……

puff!

Blood splattered and gushed everywhere.

Julius now had a row of four-finger-sized bloody holes on the lower left side of his chest, with blood spurting out and flowing down his side.

"—?!"

Kuroki Gensai's [Demon Spear] can be described as having been forged through countless trials.

Even Julius Reinhardt, with his muscles as strong as a steel tank, could not completely withstand him!

"Humph!"

Kuroki Gensai let out a low shout, his right hand changing from a horizontal strike to a vertical palm strike, which slammed into Julius's face with the bottom of his palm, producing a muffled thud.

Bang!

In an instant, Julius's nose gushed blood, the bright red blood scattering everywhere.

Kuroki clenched his fists again, aimed at Julius in front of him, and unleashed a series of punches from top to bottom along the center line.

Bang bang bang bang bang-! !

Despite weighing 210kg, Julius was forced to retreat completely by Kuroki Gensai's heavy punch, leaving two deep ruts on the ground with his feet.

Swish, swish, swish...

Once the blows subsided, his eyes lost their light.

The onlookers stared intently and saw Julius kneeling on the ground, his face and lower left chest covered in blood, panting heavily.

Kuroki Gensai's expression remained unchanged, and he returned to his "cat stance," standing as steady as a mountain, with both palms facing upwards, and blood still stained the four fingers of his right hand.

……