Super Fighting Tokyo.

Bai Mucheng puffed out his cheeks, tilted his head, and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.

He noticed Gana's confusion, but didn't think there was anything strange about what he had just said.

"I tried to sense it, and the fluctuation of killing intent had progressed further, but it turned out to be the same as during my usual practice, with no difference at all..."

Bai Mucheng swayed, sighing leisurely, "It's both unexpected and yet perfectly reasonable."

……

……

in the audience.

Most people don't really understand what Bai Mucheng is saying; they just feel that what he's talking about is more complicated than anything called "invisible."

Meanwhile, Kaeya, nicknamed the "God of Earth" and the "God of War," suddenly realized what was happening.

Kaeya murmured, "It's killing intent..."

Beside him, his master, Honbu Izo, heard Kaiya's words and frowned, saying in a deep voice, "Kaiya, have you ever experienced that kind of... realm?"

"what……"

Kaiya lowered his head and squinted, his baby face lost in memories. "Before, 'death row inmate' Sikorsky committed a kidnapping, and you asked me to help him, teacher."

"So, in that high-rise hotel building, I fought with Brother Shiraki."

"Let me tell you how I felt at that time!"

Kaiya said slowly:

"As you know, I possess the ability to see through my opponent's intentions to a certain extent."

"But when the two of us fought to the very end, I still couldn't be sure what Shiraki was thinking."

“It’s not that he can’t see through it, but for Bai Mu, ‘killing intent’ is just one of his many skills, which he can use at will.”

Kaiya paused, then analyzed:

"If we consider 'killing intent' as a state, then it is nothing more than a 'fighting will,' a resolve to end the life of the opponent."

"Although it is very powerful and fierce, it cannot be considered a 'secret technique'."

"But if 'killing intent' is a technique, then it's different, because that means there's no limit to how much you can study it..."

Kaiya's lips were pressed tightly together, and a few beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Next, Shiraki might surpass [Killing Intent Selection] and get close to completing [Killing Intent Wave]!"

……

……

On the arena.

Bai Mucheng stood sideways, his posture more relaxed than usual, yet giving off a solid sense of effortless power, as if he could explode at any moment.

At this moment—

Whether it was Gana Aya in front of them or the audience, everyone saw something that "appeared" to be transparent flash in front of Shiraki.

It's a fist, a palm, a kick, an elbow...!!

Swish swish!

Despite Bai Mucheng remaining motionless, his unrestrained killing intent transformed into "strikes," which he unleashed continuously.

As Bai Mucheng gradually adapted, the weight of his punches and kicks began to be noticed by the audience!

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White Tiger Passage Entrance.

Baki Hanma was staring intently at this scene, not even daring to blink.

"Hey~~~~!! It's already gained 'weight'!?"

[Champion] The boy scratched his chin and explained to Wu Fengshui beside him.

“I think I mentioned an extreme example before, where a silly adult touched a child’s hand with cold fire tongs, resulting in burns on the child’s hand.”

"Human imagination can even bring what we envision to life in reality!"

Baki said seriously:

"Ordinary people can't do this because they deny this way of thinking in their minds, which limits their ability to do it."

"But a strong desire can, to some extent, break through this constraint."

"Take weightlifting as an example. People who imagine themselves achieving a target physique often train more effectively than those without such a goal!"

Baki Hanma's gaze flickered towards Miyamoto Musashi in the distance, before finally returning to Shiraki Sho.

The boy recalled, "At the end of my fight with my dad, he beat me so badly that I fell to the ground and couldn't move."

“But I still want to fight him… fight Yujiro Hanma, and keep fighting with my dad.”

"Finally, driven by that intense desire, even though I couldn't move my body, I still leaped up and kicked my dad in the head."

"I was in a daze at the time, and even my eardrums were damaged, so Yujiro told me all of this afterward."

“Yujiro said he could feel my ‘invisible kick’ at that time.”

Baki pursed his lips. "And not long ago, I fought Miyamoto Musashi and witnessed his 'Invisible Sword'."

"I long to kick Yujiro hard."

"And Miyamoto Musashi? He must crave 'slaying', right?"

"So I was thinking, if I further enhance my 'desire,' then I should be able to do it...?"

Baki's gaze sharpened, and he changed his words.

"No, it's that as long as you practice to that level, you will definitely be able to do that!"

……

……

Wu Fengshui was completely taken aback when he heard this.

She can fight, but she's not a professional fighter and can't comprehend Baki Hanma's level of skill.

At the same time, gasps of surprise erupted from the audience.

"What on earth happened?!"

Sheath Fragrance exclaimed in disbelief, "[Battle Spirit] Shiramu Cheng, merely by assuming a stance, unleashed a mysterious, semi-transparent strike!"

"He hit me, didn't he? He definitely hit me!"

"Although our eyes can only see Shiraki standing quietly, our senses tell us something very real—"

"Bai Mucheng didn't move, but he's still fighting!"

Sheath Fragrance was certain she hadn't misread it.

"Right straight punch! Immediately followed by a left side kick! Then a series of hook punches, followed by a quick jab! There's even a palm strike and a knee strike!!"

"Bai Mucheng, standing on the sand, displayed astonishing striking skills!"

The next moment—

Swish!

An invisible, semi-transparent right straight punch was thrown by Shiraki Chenghui and landed on Gana Aya's face, who was two steps away.

"Huh—?!"

Gana's pupils contracted. Despite his best efforts to deny it, his body instinctively lowered, and he raised his arms in defense.

"..."

After throwing a punch, Gana E regained his breathing rhythm, relaxed his arm muscles, and raised his head again.

For once, a look of shock appeared on Ghana's usually expressionless face. "You hit it..."

"Yes, you hit it."

Shiramu Cheng was somewhat pleased. "If I 'hit' Ganaa like I did just now, your reaction shouldn't be much different, right?"

"……yes."

Kano Aki stood up straight and nodded seriously. "I have watched Miyamoto Musashi's battle repeatedly in the video."

"Faced with multiple police officers who came to attack him, Miyamoto Musashi didn't even touch them, but simply knocked them down."

"But that wasn't magic, nor was it any special technique; it was just Miyamoto Musashi's 'slash'."

Ghana's gaze was calm, yet it subtly revealed his excitement.

That face was a fusion of martial arts and the intangible, a complex expression that even Piehara Mitsudo had never seen before, one that was remarkably "human."

"Bai Mucheng, you've actually reached that level!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng remained noncommittal, but was talking about something else.

"Where exactly is this surge of killing intent heading...?"

After speaking, he had already set up his fighting stance, his left hand outstretched and pressed down, his right hand loosely gripping his ribs, radiating the same fighting aura as always.

"Alright, let's question each other and see who wins!"

……

At that moment, the people in the underground arena also realized it.

Shiraki Sei—as a fighter, he truly lives up to the name of "Fighting Spirit"!

Chapter 635 [Dragon Bullet]