Super Fighting Tokyo.

The words that Honbu Izo had said earlier still lingered in Tokugawa's mind, causing the old man to toss and turn at night, his feelings complicated.

He then went out and was driven to Tokyo Dome, then went to the sixth basement level, where he arrived alone at the arena.

"..."

Click!

The ceiling lights were turned on, illuminating the arena as bright as day.

Tokugawa stood alone in the arena, looking around at his surroundings.

Tomorrow night, there will be three matches, each of which is quite significant, and in some respects, they are comparable to the "Tokyo Dome Underground Elimination Tournament"!

Also tomorrow night, the Tokyo Dome Underground Arena will allow weapon duels for the first time!!

"..."

Tokugawa carefully observed everything around him.

Tomorrow night, this arena will be filled with cheers—no, wait…

The entire place will probably be completely silent, right?

Thinking of this, Tokugawa suddenly felt something and then fell into a daze.

"~~~~~~!!!"

He seemed to be seeing a hallucination!

The once tidy sandy arena was now covered in blood, everywhere you could see, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.

A sea of ​​crimson blood filled the eyes; the scene was utterly horrific, with rivers of blood flowing everywhere!

Tokugawa was so frightened that he screamed loudly.

"Uwaaaaaah!!"

Chapter 623 Tomorrow

On the eve of the battle when restrictions are lifted.

Alone in the center of the underground arena, Tokugawa Mitsunari witnessed a terrifying, supernatural scene—

The surrounding area was covered in blood, a veritable river of blood!

"~~~~!!"

Tokugawa screamed in fright.

Several seconds later, the blood illusions in the vicinity gradually faded, and everything returned to normal.

...?

Late at night, six underground floors, a huge, empty space, all alone.

In addition, there was the sudden appearance of blood illusions.

…………？

From any perspective, it is a terrifying paranormal phenomenon.

But Tokugawa knew that in this sacred arena, stained with the teeth, nails, and blood of warriors, all evil spirits would be exorcised.

Therefore, Tokugawa was certain that what had just happened was not a ghost.

So……

Could it be that, like those warriors, I, too, have sensed some kind of premonition?

Rivers of blood...?

"tomorrow……"

……

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The headquarters of the Divine Heart Society, outside the shower room.

Retsu Kaioh had just finished bathing and was drying himself.

On his strong, well-developed muscles, several small knife wounds were faintly visible, which had almost healed, the result of nearly three days of training.

Guo Haihuang then brought out a thermos and poured a cup of calming tea for his disciple.

"Hehe, tomorrow..."

"Yes, tomorrow."

……

……

Outside a detached house in the suburbs.

To cheer on Tokita Ohma, Yamashita Kazuo specially prepared a lot of grilled meat takeout.

The two sat casually on small stools, eating meat and admiring the moon together.

"Mr. Wang Ma, good luck tomorrow!"

"Thanks, Kazuo Yamashita, I'll definitely... Hmph, never mind, tomorrow..."

……

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Katahara Mitsudo's mansion, special training room.

【The Fang of Destruction】Kano Aya, having finished a day of training, is sitting on a bench taking a short rest, slowly drinking sports supplements.

Katahara Metsudo stood not far away, watching.

"Hehe, tomorrow..."

"It's tomorrow..."

……

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An international hotel in the city center.

[Demon Spear] Kuroki Gensai is temporarily staying here.

Although his old friend from Kengan-kai, Motor's president "Takakaze Kirito," booked a presidential suite for him, Kuroki preferred to enjoy the breeze outside.

At this moment, Kuroki was sitting cross-legged on the rooftop, while Takakaze Kirito was drinking beer beside him.

"Tomorrow is coming...!"

"Mmm, tomorrow..."

……

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Tokugawa Residence.

The peerless Miyamoto Musashi was sitting cross-legged on the corridor in the courtyard, with an exquisite sword beside him.

That was the Tokugawa family's heirloom sword—the national treasure "Kuni-Tora"—which Tokugawa gave to Musashi for his use.

Musashi looked up and could see a bright moon.

"Oh...the moonlight is beautiful..."

Musashi's tiger-like eyes widened, and his hand unconsciously reached for the scabbard of "National Tiger".

It looks so familiar.

No matter when or where you are, being able to hold a sword and admire the moon is always a joyful experience.

Musashi lowered his gaze and smiled faintly:

"Things remain the same, just as the moon and the sword remain unchanged."

"Hmm, so beautiful..."

……

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Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School.

First floor, practice dojo.

Bai Mucheng lay on his back in a pool of sweat, panting heavily.

The surging ink-wash surroundings gradually subsided with each breath, and finally everything returned to silence.

"..."

Shiraki suddenly asked curiously, "By the way, does Miyamoto Musashi also think about 'tomorrow'?"

"No, probably not."

"Tomorrow... tomorrow..."

……

……

Tomorrow is here.

On the day of the competition.

The Tokyo Dome's underground arena was packed to capacity, just like any other day.

But if you listen carefully, you'll find that it's filled with strange noises.

The reason is—