Super Fighting Tokyo.

Click!

With a crisp sound, Musashi drew his sword, holding the Tiger in his right hand, and twirled it in front of him with a "whoosh".

A sharp, cold glint flashed, and the sound was even more melodious, making one's ears itch and leaving an unforgettable impression.

Musashi tilted his head slightly.

"Okay, let's continue."

This is the first time tonight that Miyamoto Musashi has actually drawn his sword in front of everyone.

Chapter 644 The Demon Spear is not dead, how can we admit defeat!

Click!

A metallic clanging sound rang out.

Miyamoto Musashi, the peerless warrior, drew his sword, the treasured "Kuni-Tora," and twirled it in his right hand.

Swoosh!

A sharp, cold glint appeared, and it lingered for a long time.

The audience stared wide-eyed, holding their breath, not daring to relax for a moment.

—Miyamoto Musashi drew his sword!

"..."

Immediately afterwards, Musashi stepped through the flashing swords, but instead of heading towards Kuroki Gensai, he stopped beside a small mound of earth studded with weapons.

Musashi tilted his head, glancing at the weapons on the small mound, and finally locked onto a modern Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

That knife was clearly finely forged and sharpened; it must have been extremely expensive.

But Musashi clearly found it very boring.

He suddenly stepped forward and twisted his waist, wielding the "National Tiger" blade with his right hand, causing it to slice through the air and slash diagonally at the Green Dragon Blade.

bass!

A buzzing sound suddenly rang out.

Everyone stared intently, and to their astonishment, they saw—

The modern Green Dragon Crescent Blade stuck in the ground had been completely cleaved diagonally from the hilt, through the guard, all the way to the base of the blade!

The cut was clean and crisp, just like a straw mat that had been cut diagonally!

Even though the lower half of the blade remained completely still, the upper half of the handle had already fallen off, and the tip stuck into the sand with a "snap".

"—!!"

The audience was instantly terrified.

The sharpness of this strike is beyond description; it can only be described as "divine skill"!

However, Musashi looked completely at ease with himself.

"As expected, a toy is just a toy and doesn't deserve to be called a weapon at all."

"The steel is so poor quality, it lacks any soul; at best, it can only be used as a kitchen knife..."

"..."

This sudden attack and comment left the audience completely taken aback.

The experts all frowned, unable to resist pondering the matter.

Is it simply a matter of following one's heart and being spontaneous, or is there a hidden meaning?

To put it more negatively, it's almost as if they're saying: all the previous perilous battles of attack and defense were nothing but child's play!

This feeling is precisely part of Miyamoto Musashi's "art of killing".

There is no such thing as the art of killing in the world.

That was Miyamoto Musashi's unique "knowledge," his unique "way," and his unique "authority"!

……

……

rustle……

Musashi strode forward, sword in hand, toward Kuroki Gensai.

In the audience, Kaiya swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the screen, and said, "Musashi is going to kill him..."

His teacher, "Honbu Izo," standing beside him, frowned deeply, as if he had made a great decision and was about to take action.

But suddenly, Honbu Izo was stunned.

Because he noticed that Kuroki Gensai's aura was not simply one of being on high alert, but rather one of being fully prepared.

Just like his own Izou, Kuroki Gensai knew what he was about to face.

Furthermore, four fingers on Kuroki's right hand were broken, and he lost one of his [Demon Spears].

Even so, Kuroki Gensai still raised both palms, stood with his right hand in front and his left hand behind, and assumed a "cat-like" stance, ready to fight!

"..."

A bead of cold sweat trickled down the forehead of the person in charge.

He knew very well that Kuroki Gensai was no bluffer, so how exactly was this man going to fight...?!

……

……

Kuroki Gensai assumed a stance, raising both hands to brace himself, letting the blood from his right fingertips slide down his forearm to his wrist without wavering.

sand……

At the same time, Musashi had already stood in front of Kuroki, the two of them less than two steps apart.

Swish.

Musashi held the sword with his right hand, but did not move his right arm. Instead, he raised his left arm forward, his five fingers loosely clenched.

To everyone's astonishment, Musashi's seemingly clenched left hand was actually gripping a "hilt" that connected to an invisible short sword.

The translucent blade tip, with a fantastical yet incredibly real feel, was aimed directly at Kuroki's face.

"...!"

Kuroki's gaze was focused, as if he could see through everything.

It's coming...?

no!

The next moment—

Musashi swung his left hand repeatedly, slashing with the invisible short sword, which swept across Kuroki Gensai's body, flashing with a series of translucent cold light.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The swords moved in a crisscrossing pattern, their shadows and cold light as if carved by a knife and axe.

Miyamoto Musashi unleashed a series of strikes, using an invisible sword to outline the silhouette of an Fudo Myoo statue, which overlapped with the figure of Kuroki Gensai.

call……!

Until the final strike, the air around Kuroki seemed to be shattered, yet he himself remained unharmed, not a single hair on his head…

wrong!

Upon closer inspection, the audience suddenly saw an illusion.

It turned out that Kuroki was not unharmed, but was surrounded by invisible swords that cut countless small wounds, with drops of blood splattering down.

Tick-tock... tick-tock... tick-tock...

Illusory blood soaked through the entire body of the blackwood.

It turns out that the image of Fudo Myoo drawn by Miyamoto Musashi was slightly different from that of Kuroki Gensai, which is why he scratched the other party!

……

"...!!"

The audience couldn't help but bite their lips and clench their fists.

Is this a protest? Or a warning?

This clearly expresses that Gensai Kuroki is merely a Buddha statue waiting to be sculpted, far from being a perfect "Acala"!

In any case, this is the most powerful proof that "Kuroki Gensai will surely lose this battle!"

……

shuh...

Musashi brought down his invisible sword, his tiger eyes fixed on Kuroki Gensai, as if waiting for the other to continue, asking if he wanted to continue the attack.

"Hmm, I, Kuroki, thank you for your guidance!"

Kuroki's gaze sharpened, and he gestured in a deep voice, "Miyamoto Musashi, kill him without hesitation!"

"..."

This low growl not only made the audience break out in a cold sweat, but even Miyamoto Musashi was slightly taken aback.

Then, a slow smile appeared on his blood-soaked face, as if he had witnessed something exceptionally joyful.

Musashi exclaimed in admiration, "Kuroki Gensai, you are a samurai."

The next moment—

Musashi's fighting spirit surged, burning fiercely like the raging fire of a demon, even turning his tiger eyes blood red, making him look like a man-eating demon.