Super Fighting Tokyo.

Swish, swish, swish...

Julius coughed up blood and staggered backward, crashing heavily into the cross-section of the damaged wall, causing another large section of the wall to collapse, leaving the scene in a mess.

A few seconds later—

"Huh...huh..."

Julius gasped for breath as he slowly rose from the ruins. His strong abdominal muscles were visibly swollen and bruised, with streaks of blood running down them.

That ferocious appearance was truly horrific and chilling!

"..."

Gensai Kuroki looked at Julius.

"Hmm! Your counter-grappling move just now, the level of muscle control you displayed, even made me, Kuroki Gensai, break out in a cold sweat."

"Lord Julius, your muscles have already developed 'the Way'!"

"But this is all there is to it, and it cannot be called 'martial arts,' which is why I, Kuroki Gensai, saw through it!"

Swish!

Kuroki swung his right arm down, wiping the blood from his fingertips, and explained:

"【First of all】..."

"The so-called 'first move' is the technique of detecting the opponent's intention and attacking 'the moment when the opponent most wants to act'."

"The answer is very simple: I saw through your grappling intentions before you could."

Kuroki nodded in agreement.

"No, it's that muscles can't beat techniques."

"What truly determines victory or defeat is the difference in our respective 'martial arts' at the level of cultivation!"

"If I'm even slightly careless, I'm afraid you'll catch up to me immediately..."

Kuroki Gensai put away his stance and said in a deep voice:

"Julius Reinhardt, I, Kuroki Gensai, await your next challenge!"

As soon as he finished speaking—

Julius, who had been standing up with a ferocious expression and gritted teeth, rolled his eyes and finally lost his composure.

He trembled, his massive body collapsing from exhaustion onto the messy ground.

Boom!

The outcome is decided...!

Chapter 621 One Battle After Another

What happened tonight was not a Kengan match, or even an official match.

It was simply that one person wanted to do something, and the other person blocked it, so the two people clashed and started punching each other.

But perhaps it is precisely because of this that the purity of this battle is all the more apparent!

Julius vs. Gensai Kuroki

The destructive power of this battle was beyond human capability, causing one side of the audience seats to sway precariously!

……

……

On the stadium.

Kuroki Gensai's eyes darted around, scanning the surroundings, taking in the mess before finally settling on the sprawling Julius.

"Ugh...!"

He could clearly feel the intense impact that Julius's terrifying muscles had on his body.

What I just said was sincere.

Gensai Kuroki sensed from Julius a powerful consciousness that could be described as that of a "martyr of muscles"!

"Thank you, this has truly broadened my horizons."

Kuroki walked back to the edge of the field, picked up his clothes and shoes that were buried in the rubble, shook off the dust, and put them on casually.

When moving his fingers, Kuroki could clearly feel a tingling sensation.

Those are hands that can carve through even cliffs!

In other words, Julius Reinhardt's muscles were harder than the cliff face!

"As expected, I, Kuroki, am still too inexperienced, far from the person I aspire to be..."

Kuroki has expressed this feeling many times, and each time he speaks of it, he becomes more and more convinced of it, even more so.

...That's not enough.

Kuroki Gensai thought to himself.

After Miyamoto Musashi appeared in the modern world, Kuroki Gensai realized just how terrifying that "unparalleled" martial arts were.

As a practitioner of ancient martial arts, as a descendant of that "era of swordsmanship," as a martial artist of the next era...

Gensai Kuroki knew very well what kind of monster Miyamoto Musashi was!

It doesn't just refer to "combat power," but to the more complex "existence" itself.

Modern-day fighters cannot immediately grasp the true meaning of Miyamoto Musashi's "Way".

If left unchecked, the modern martial arts world will inevitably be stained with blood!

"It's not enough..."

Kuroki murmured softly.

Judging from the current situation, if he only tries to stop him, sooner or later someone will stand in front of Miyamoto Musashi before Kuroki Gensai.

Since that's the case, then we can only...

Kuroki's gaze sharpened, and he made up his mind—

Since that's the case, the only option is to stop them at the source and confront Miyamoto Musashi using the "Way of Martial Arts"!

Kuroki believed that only by doing that would his inner feelings be reciprocated!

……

……

Gensai Kuroki took a step, turned a corner, and returned to the audience seats via the other side of the stairs.

Looking around, the audience seats were also very lively.

The arrogant "TCP Chairman" Katsumasa Hayami had an extremely unpleasant expression and was huddled in a corner, muttering complaints.

"Julius dared to disobey me? And he even lost! He's useless. I knew he couldn't..."

Kuroki glanced at him, then ignored him.

It's all the same old stuff, nothing interesting.

Moreover, how could an employer who couldn't even comprehend the will of "Julius" with his own fighters "achieve his long-cherished wish" through fists?

"..."

On the other side, Vincent Laro, the "leader of IDEAL," and the two representatives of the Insect Organization remained silent.

After all, Hayami, who had summoned them with the intention of making a fuss about Miyamoto Musashi, had already suffered a crushing defeat.

There's nothing they can do right now, and they have no intention of doing anything.

Moreover, the people who were exterminating the hall couldn't stop them, so they simply waited for the right time to leave and observed the situation.

More accurately, they were "watching a show".

—Watch Shiraki Seiwa and Katahara Mitsudo.

"..."

The battle between Kuroki Gensai and Julius has ended.

Seeing that Hayami ignored Julius, Katahara Metsudou, who valued talent, sent his accompanying doctor to treat Julius.

Then, Katahara Metsudo looked at Shiraki Sei.

The old man and the young man returned to their previous topic, talking about Kano Aki and Miyamoto Musashi.

Kanou, the "Fang of Destruction," is actively preparing for a duel with Miyamoto Musashi, the "Peerless Warrior."

Shiraki Shinichi intervened, not wanting Kanao to see Miyamoto Musashi.

"Hehe, Little White Wood, we've known each other for quite a while now, haven't we?"

Katahara Metsudou narrowed his eyes, the oppressive aura gradually increasing. "I quite like to joke, but what you just said was somewhat inappropriate."

Shiraki Cheng went a step further and asked, "Grandpa, do you really think that Kana Aya can 'evolve' in front of Miyamoto Musashi?"

"Ouch!"

Metsudo found this amusing. "Little Shiraki, are you questioning the Kengan Association's king—[Metsudo's Fang] Kano Akagi...?"

Bai Mucheng scratched his head with a wry smile, "I knew you wouldn't agree."

"After all, Katahara Metsudo is Katahara Metsudo, and Kano Aya is Kano Aya."

"But precisely because of this, by the same token—Miyamoto Musashi is also Miyamoto Musashi, and 'I' am also 'I,' so I think it won't work."

"..."

Mie Tang smiled slightly and said, "So, what do you want me to do...?"

Shiraki Cheng straightened his expression, a slight smile spreading across his face. "I don't want Kanao to fight Miyamoto Musashi—that's my wish."