Super Fighting Tokyo.

Wang Ma stared into Retsu Kaioh's eyes. "Retsu Kaioh, deep down, you always want to avenge the 'Retsu Kaioh' who broke the promise."

"Your self-destructive tendencies are even stronger than mine were back then!"

"Just like you stopped me back then, I will stop your self-destruction!"

"—This is something I suddenly realized and understood after meeting Tokita Niko."

Eyes facing each other.

Wang Ma paused, then said in a low, earnest voice, "I want to use my 'martial arts'—my Two Tigers Style—to protect the King of the Sea..."

"..."

Retsu Kaioh's expression shifted from confusion to shock, before finally returning to calm.

He replied seriously to Wang Ma, "I understand. What do you want me to do...?"

Wang Ma tried his best to keep a straight face, but a grin involuntarily crept across his face, revealing his fighting spirit and excitement. "So, do you want to fight me?"

"Fight you...?"

Retsukaioh sat up straight. "Ohma, you want me to fight you, and if I don't defeat you, you won't allow me to fight Miyamoto Musashi—is that it?"

"I hope I've misunderstood..."

"..."

Wang Ma gave a hearty, nonchalant smile. "Retsukai-oh, I'm serious."

Upon hearing this, Lie Haiwang's expression immediately hardened, the oppressive aura around him surged, and his eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

suddenly--

Swish.

A gaunt, lithe figure suddenly appeared in the reception room.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a little old man with round-framed sunglasses, long white hair, a gaunt face, and a smiling expression.

"...?"

Both Retsukai-oh and Guji Katsumi were startled when they saw the newcomer.

"Teacher Guo? When did you arrive?!"

The old man was none other than Lie Haiwang's master, and also the one who had instructed Yuji Katsumi—that "Peak of Fist Technique" Guo Haihuang.

Just like when he taught Katsumi, he suddenly appeared again.

"Ouch~~~~"

Guo Haihuang had obviously overheard the conversation.

He smiled faintly at Wang Ma, "Young, rising star of a martial arts school, do you intend to use your 'martial arts' to protect Retsukai-oh?"

With just one glance, Guo Haihuang recognized Wang Ma's style.

Wang Ma was somewhat surprised, but still nodded earnestly.

Guo Haihuang's eyes widened slightly, his gaze aged yet sharp. "Young man, I have personally acknowledged Lie's strength."

"In other words, I have already approved of the martial arts practiced by Retsukai-oh."

Guo Haihuang stared at Wang Ma, "Young martial artist, are you going to use the Erhu Style, which has only existed for a few decades, to protect a martial art that has existed for thousands of years?"

"Um……?"

"..."

The voice wasn't angry, but it was extremely oppressive, even causing Yamashita Kazuo, who was not far away, to break out in a cold sweat, and even Katsumi was somewhat frightened.

Wang Ma, however, was quite frank, "...No, I didn't expect it to that extent."

He looked at his fist.

"However, in order to repay Tokita Niko and also to repay Retsukai-oh, I want to use 'My Niko Style' to protect 'Retsukai-oh's Fist Technique'."

"..."

After he finished speaking, a brief silence fell over the reception room.

Guo Haihuang's eyes widened, slightly surprised, but he finally laughed helplessly, "Hmph, so young and already has such plans...?"

"Fierce!"

Guo Haihuang turned his head and shouted, "King Liehai, the question is now on your side: do you want to fight this martial artist?"

King Lie Hai understood and nodded in a deep voice, "I don't care!"

【Asura】VS【Fist Hero】——

The match is set!

……

……

Meanwhile, on the other side...

The Tokugawa family residence.

Honbu Izo, the "Master of Honbu-ryu Practical Jujutsu," is currently visiting and having a face-to-face meeting with Tokugawa Mitsunari.

This simply dressed, disheveled middle-aged man with messy medium-length hair and a sparse beard raised his hand to indicate that Tokugawa did not need to say anything more.

"No need to explain."

The commander said with a faint smile, "I can tell just by watching the video. That man is undoubtedly Miyamoto Musashi himself. There's no need to waste time."

Tokugawa: "..."

The old man had a lot on the topic of "cloning," but was shut down by a single sentence from headquarters, which left him feeling a bit down.

The main body continued, "I heard that the 'Demon Spear' Kuroki Gensai of the Strange Arm Style is going to duel with Miyamoto Musashi in the underground arena?"

"I've also heard that weapons can be used in this duel?"

"..."

Tokugawa took a drag of his cigarette and nodded, saying, "Both Kuroki and Miyamoto have no objections."

The officer in charge looked serious. "I'll be blunt: Kuroki Gensai cannot fight Miyamoto Musashi, because that would be exposing his own weakness."

Tokugawa: "..."

Tokugawa: "...What?"

The old man tilted his head and stared, with a strange expression on his face.

The main body continued, "Old man, I greatly admire your insight into combat, but sadly, you never witnessed Miyamoto Musashi in actual combat."

“You completely misunderstand. Miyamoto Musashi is a monster among monsters.”

"..."

Tokugawa remained calm. "Headquarters, I'll let it go, but are you implying that 'Kuroki Gensai,' who challenged Miyamoto Musashi, is also blind?"

The headquarters frankly stated, "I had long heard of the [Demon Spear] of the Strange Arm Style; it is an undisputed powerhouse."

"But compared to Miyamoto Musashi, Kuroki Gensai is too young."

Tokugawa was puzzled, recalling Kuroki Gensai's weathered face, "Young...?"

“It’s because Kuroki Gensai’s martial arts skills are too young.”

The headquarters added, "After all, they were the 'next generation' from the era of swordsmanship, and their 'martial arts' were incomplete and were forced to be passed down..."

"..."

Tokugawa thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "So, do you also want to fight Musashi, Motobu Izo?"

Headquarters scratched his head. "Hmm... I do want to, but I'd rather 'protect' than fight—or rather, that's the idea."

Tokugawa was immediately filled with confusion. "Huh? Protect? Protect who?!"

The commander said solemnly, "Although Miyamoto Musashi is revered as a swordsman, he can use more than just swords."

"The samurai of that era were far less naive than we think."

"Sword, bow, spear, club, naginata, rope, horse, shuriken... he can be said to be proficient in all eighteen martial arts."

"But I'm not bragging, my unit has also trained in those weapons."

"—This is something even Yujiro Hanma couldn't do."

The headquarters said in a deep voice:

"No one but me can protect everyone in front of Musashi!"

"The fact that Shiraki Sho, Baki, and Guji Doppo, who previously fought against Musashi, survived is, in my opinion, a true 'miracle'!"

"One miracle would have been fine, but the series of miracles has made me realize the gravity of the situation."

"We can't expect miracles anymore, I have to protect them!"

"..."

Hearing what headquarters said, Tokugawa blinked in surprise, "Huh~~~~"

Tokugawa was still somewhat taken aback, muttering, "Even if you wanted to stop it, even I couldn't find Kuroki Gensai before the match, could I?"

"So, please be prepared, sir."

Headquarters stated seriously, "Since you intend to violate the rules of the underground arena and lift the weapon ban..."

"Then, in this critical moment between life and death, even if it means breaking the rules of the underground arena, I will step forward to protect you!"

A resolute voice echoed in the room.

Tokugawa blinked, genuinely taken aback by the imposing presence of Honbu Izo.

……

……

Two days later, night fell.

It was also the night before the showdown.