Super Fighting Tokyo.

……

On the arena.

With a gloomy face and dark circles under his eyes, Yingchu, the "anatomist demon," performed basic medical treatment on Ghana, including stopping the bleeding and fixing the fractures.

"Unfortunately, although he was seriously injured, he is still far from being able to donate his body."

"The Fang of Annihilation lives up to its name; its physique is exceptionally robust!"

"Furthermore, since Brother Shiraki didn't deliver the final punch, his internal organs didn't suffer irreparable damage."

"That was quite a fight..."

After saying this, Yingchu had someone lift him onto a stretcher and transport him to the infirmary to rest.

"..."

Passing through the Qinglong Pass.

Kano Awakened on the stretcher, his eyes slightly moving as he saw Katahara Metsudo who had come to greet him.

"Sir, I..."

Kano Aya's voice was low as he was about to speak, but Katahara Metsudo raised his hand to stop him.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to be trying to apologize to this old man, would you?"

Mie Tang chuckled and said, "There's no need! Even if we lose this time, it's just returning to the ranks of challengers."

"In fact, I should thank you for allowing me, at my age, to return to the position of challenger."

"Hehehe! Let's walk forward together a bit more!"

"..."

Hearing Katahara Metsudo's words, Kano Aki felt a little relieved, but still felt guilty, "But I still... lost this 'Kengan Match'."

“That ‘Kengan Zealots’ street fighting tournament—according to the rules, I had to withdraw from it.”

"..."

Mie Tang, however, didn't care at all, and exaggeratedly said, "It doesn't matter, just forget about it. That kind of competition was a mess from the very beginning! Right?"

Upon hearing this, Ghana was stunned for a moment, then finally smiled helplessly.

Even Eiichiro, the "Dissection Demon" standing to the side, was amused by Katahara Metsudou's open-mindedness.

"Yes, it was reckless from the very beginning."

Yingchu looked back at the arena, "Just like the next duel..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell into a brief silence, their thoughts already drifting to the next duel.

Next game—

[Peerless Under Heaven] Miyamoto Musashi VS [Demon Spear] Kuroki Gensai.

Chapter 638 The Joy of the Clash

"..."

It's halftime now.

However, compared to before the previous match, the atmosphere in the underground arena was now much more tense, and even somewhat uneasy.

It's finally coming...

Those in the know understand that while the previous two matches were certainly exciting, their causes were inextricably linked to the "third match."

Including the weapons planted on one side of the arena, and the special rules that broke with convention tonight, all of them were set up for the third match!

It goes beyond attacking vital points, biting with teeth, poking eyeballs... and so on.

Truly free from all taboos!

Even beyond the level of having no taboos!

……

……

Click.

The host, Sayaka Katahara, turned off the microphone, ending her work for the day and returning to her identity as an ordinary viewer.

She knew very well that what was about to happen was a real, real-world battle that transcended the realm of competition!

"call……"

She Xiang let out a long breath and turned to sit back in the audience.

She noticed that Miyamoto Musashi's seat was now empty, leaving behind an indescribable and intense presence.

"Mr. Musashi, go and prepare..."

Shaoxiang recalled the sword hanging at Miyamoto Musashi's waist, and nervously murmured, "Preparing for a duel, preparing for battle, preparing... to kill?"

Upon hearing this, Tokugawa Mitsunari nodded thoughtfully and said, "Yes, the battle is about to begin."

Sheath Fragrance sat back down, unable to hide her curiosity.

"What title would that invincible swordsman who fought countless deadly battles four hundred years ago be given if he lived in modern times?"

"Still 'Unrivaled Under Heaven'?"

"But considering he wields a sword, he might also be called the 'Man-Slaying Demon' or something like the 'Slicing Demon'?"

"..."

Before she knew it, Qiaoxiang had become more talkative.

Meanwhile, Tokugawa Mitsunari was still pondering Musashi's assessment that the battle they had just fought was "very ordinary."

The old man wanted to ask Qiaoxiang what she thought, hoping to see things from a different perspective.

But before he could speak, Qiaoxiang suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"Huh!?"

Qiaoxiang stared at the arena and exclaimed in surprise, as if she had seen something incomprehensible.

Moreover, it wasn't just Sheath Fragrance; the spectators who remained in the stands, their eyes fixed on the arena, all stared wide-eyed.

What happened?

Tokugawa was puzzled. He looked in the direction everyone was looking and then froze on the spot.

Suddenly, the weapons stuck in the mound of earth, such as short spears, short swords, green dragon blades, and scythes, which had previously gone unnoticed, became very "conspicuous"!

The placement of the sticks remained unchanged, the number of sticks did not increase, and no one even bothered to touch them.

But they suddenly became eye-catching, like blooming flowers vying for attention, and even faintly shimmering!

That feeling was as if it were announcing to the audience—

What follows is not a "competition", but a "battle"!

What you are about to see is not a "skill competition," but a "battle"!!

……

……

On the Azure Dragon side, inside the players' rest area.

[Demon Spear] Kuroki Gensai was sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to rest, with a thin layer of sweat still on his forehead.

Just then, the door to the lounge opened.

It was [Champion] Baki Hanma, pushing a wheelchair with [Fighting Spirit] Shiraki Sei sitting on it, his body wrapped in bandages.

The two of them swayed and squeezed into the room.

Clearly, the two of them had come to see Kuroki Gensai.

Even though Shiraki's left cheek was almost pierced by Kanao's final punch, he still couldn't suppress his curiosity, and Baki felt the same way.

"Sorry to bother you."

Bai Mucheng greeted him with a smile.

Baki observed Kuroki Gensai's state and leisurely raised an eyebrow, saying, "Looks like you're well prepared."

"Hmm."

Kuroki Gensai nodded and said in a deep voice, "Faced with Miyamoto Musashi, I, Kuroki, can do nothing else but use everything I have."

Shiraki thought for a moment, "Being able to use everything is already quite remarkable."

Baki agreed, recalling, "Although it was very frustrating, neither Shiraki nor I were able to use our full strength when facing Miyamoto Musashi."

"Even unarmed, Miyamoto Musashi's strength is..."

Before Baki could finish speaking, Kuroki Gensai raised his hand to interrupt him.

Kuroki stood up and said in a deep voice, "Before Shiraki fought against Gana, I met with Miyamoto Musashi and got to know him at the most basic level."

"Miyamoto Musashi's skill level truly lives up to the name 'Peerless Under Heaven'!"

"I, Kuroki, am well aware of this."

"..."

As the three of them talked, it was almost time.

Kuroki strode forward, and under the watchful eyes of Shiraki and Baki, opened the door to the lounge and headed towards the arena.

Several people were also waiting along the way.

Retsukai-oh, Guo Haihuang, Tokita-no-Oma, Yamashita Kazuo, Katahara Metsudo.