Super Fighting Tokyo.

The audience was puzzled and made a low murmur.

"The battle was interrupted?"

"Fool! The outcome is already decided; Kuroki has lost too much blood."

"But Kuroki still wants to fight back..."

"The outcome will be decided by those two!"

"No! If this continues, it will be public murder!"

"...!?"

When they saw that Musashi had actually stopped and was even overjoyed, the audience erupted in gasps of surprise.

"Bai Mucheng truly wants to stop the war! Stopping the war is the essence of martial arts!"

"Incredible! This is the spirit of modern martial arts!"

"..."

However, while the audience applauded and cheered, the experts watching fell silent, some even pursing their lips in deep thought.

Doppo Guji, Baki Hanma, Ohma Tokita, Kaioh Retsu, and even Izou Honbu, who originally intended to intervene and stop the war...

These experts all felt that Bai Mucheng's words just now were not intended to "stop the fighting".

It's like capturing the signals the brain sends out 0.5 seconds before deciding to take action.

Even experts could sense that Bai Mucheng didn't think that way!

……

……

"Humph."

Musashi still had a smile on his face, his tiger eyes darting around as he looked at the broken sword in his hand.

"Hmph~~~?"

He raised his broken sword, pointed it at Shiraki, and said leisurely, "Shiraki, didn't you also want to fight Musashi's sword?"

Shiraki Cheng countered, "Can Miyamoto Musashi's sword be put down?"

"..."

This question was very strange, leaving the audience completely bewildered.

Musashi seemed to understand, and after examining the broken Kunitora again, he loosened his grip, letting the broken sword fall from his hand.

pat...

After the broken sword fell to the ground, Musashi remained expressionless and slowly lowered his hands.

Upon seeing this, Shiraki Cheng opened his eyes wide, tilting them left and right, and scrutinized Musashi from head to toe.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "As expected, whether it was just now or now, Miyamoto Musashi is Miyamoto Musashi, there's no difference!"

"Oh……"

Upon hearing this, Musashi's expressionless face gradually curled up at the corners of his mouth, and he was visibly happy.

He raised his hands, which were clenched in a loose fist, as if grasping two invisible swords.

"why?"

Musashi muttered to himself, "Why do you all always think that Musashi needs to 'wield a sword'? Why do you think I would become detached from the sword?"

"I don't want to be separated from my swords..."

As he spoke, a hint of melancholy flashed across Musashi's face, which was usually adorned with a faint smile.

As the two invisible swords solidified in his hands, Musashi suddenly beamed with joy, "So that's how it is! So I've reached this level!"

Having said that—

Wow!

Musashi waved his hands in the air, and in full view of everyone, he produced the unique sound of his sword cutting through the air and the cold glint of its blade, which made everyone tremble with fear.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

With just a few simple gestures, he made the audience's eyes widen in amazement.

They actually felt that Musashi had only put down the short sword, but had not put down the "sword" itself!

"Hmm, not bad."

Musashi loosely gripped his hands, feeling the hilt of his sword. "Alright, I'll cut it like this."

After saying that, Musashi looked at Kuroki Gensai, his fighting spirit was so fierce that it distorted space and made all the onlookers tremble with fear.

But just as Musashi was about to take a step, he suddenly realized that Shiraki was still blocking his way.

Musashi asked, puzzled, "Shiraki, is there something else?"

Shiraki Shigeaki pulled his hand out of his pocket and said slowly, "This is the second thing, Miyamoto Musashi. Let's end this battle here."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the audience immediately understood.

Regardless of his previous intentions, Shiraki Cheng still wanted to stop the battle from continuing, and he still wanted to stop Musashi from killing Kuroki Gensai!

Upon hearing this, Musashi raised his eyes and pondered in confusion.

"Hmm, hmm hmm~~~~?"

He drew out the last syllable of his voice, gripped two invisible katanas, and asked in confusion, "Even now, I still can't cut it, Shiraki?"

Bai Mucheng nodded, "That's enough, because it's more in line with the principles of the world."

"Hmm~~~~?"

Musashi was even more puzzled, "Not killing him—you don't say it's 'more in line with the rules of the world,' but rather 'more in line with worldly principles'?"

During his travels in the modern world, Musashi had gained a preliminary understanding that the attitude towards "killing people" in the modern world had changed.

Therefore, Musashi was mentally prepared, but he really didn't expect Shiraki to say that.

Musashi scratched the corner of his mouth, looking quite surprised.

"It's no longer the era when every samurai carried a sword."

"The world is no longer a place where one can kill people and make a name for oneself."

"—I thought you would say that to me."

Musashi took a step forward, closing in on Shiraki, and then changed the subject:

"But the logic is that if I don't kill Kuroki Gensai, we can't determine a winner, and the battle won't end there."

A ferocious, demonic fighting aura spread, causing Musashi's hair to flutter in the wind until it stood on end in a rage, even distorting and blurring Shiraki's face.

Musashi said in a deep voice, "If we don't cut him down, we won't be satisfied—how can we talk about victory?!"

"..."

This is questioning.

Upon hearing such a question, some viewers were already sweating profusely.

But Shiraki Cheng did not hesitate at all and gave the answer: "Dissatisfaction—is precisely what the victor must bear."

Upon hearing this, Musashi was stunned, and his raised hair drooped down.

Bai Mucheng continued:

“In a contest of victory and defeat, the winner has already achieved ‘victory.’ Since that is the case, he should bear the dissatisfaction. This is the duty of the victor.”

"The losing side, though swallowing the bitter pill of defeat, actually gained satisfaction."

"—Achieving this point itself is enough to determine the winner."

Bai Mucheng took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"The strongest creature on earth, Yujiro Hanma, once said that when it comes to a decisive battle, the one whose head is higher is the winner."

"I have no intention of arguing..."

"But my view is that the party that first bears the 'dissatisfaction' is the winner!"

"Whether it's children fighting or the strongest father and son on earth brawling, it's the same principle."

"—This is my victory or defeat!"

—This is Shiraki Cheng's view on winning and losing!

"..."

Upon hearing this, Musashi tilted his head and thought for a moment.

Suddenly, Musashi spoke in a shameless tone, "Shiraki, I just want to be satisfied. Do you want me to lose?"

Shiraki Cheng opened his eyes wide and met Musashi's fierce gaze. "Defeat—isn't that good?"

Musashi paused, seemingly puzzled.

Bai Mucheng said slowly, "Whether it's 'dissatisfaction' or 'defeat'... I don't think they're anything to be ashamed of."

"Those things are the first step in starting a miracle."

"After achieving this victory or defeat—because of dissatisfaction, because of losing, one experiences trauma and regret, and ultimately displays a level of concentration and perseverance that is unimaginable to ordinary people."

Throughout history, most of the so-called "powerful" people have been these kinds of abnormal individuals, who have also experienced dissatisfaction and defeat in the path of victory and defeat, and have not lived a smooth life.

"—This is a contest of victory and defeat; there are no pure winners or losers."

"The victory or defeat in common parlance is merely the final result."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Musashi widened his eyes, but his expression remained unchanged, making it impossible to tell whether he was disdainful or deep in thought.

Shiramu Cheng didn't care.

He turned around and walked towards Kuroki Gensai.