Super Fighting Tokyo.

At this moment, the [Demon Spear], which resembled the Immovable King, still maintained a "cat-like" stance, with his hands raised to the right front and left back.

Even though he was covered in blood, Kuroki Gensai was still unconsciously preparing to fight back!

Snap...

Shiraki Sei faced Kuroki Gensai, standing a step away.

suddenly--

Whoosh!

Bai Mucheng swiftly took a half-step forward, his body lunging and twisting, his killing intent surging as he unleashed an invisible punch.

Although no action was taken, a semi-transparent fist was already thrown, attacking Kuroki's face.

[Long Bo's slap!]

boom!

In that instant, Kuroki swung his right arm horizontally, using his wrist to deflect the invisible fist. At the same time, he opened his right hand and, ignoring his broken fingers, slammed his right palm forward with great force.

[The Demon Gun]!

boom!

He pushed his right wrist forward, unleashing a blood-soaked [Demon Spear] palm strike.

Bai Mucheng raised his arms to block, but his forearm was hit solidly by the palm strike, the force penetrating his body and pouring onto his face.

Splash...

He left two tire tracks on the ground with his feet, retreating more than a meter. His nose was sore from the shock, and even his eyes were trembling.

—This is the final counterattack of [Demon Spear] Kuroki Gensai!

Even after dragging it out to this point, to the point of excessive blood loss, Kuroki Gensai's counterattack was still terrifying and awe-inspiring!

"..."

After delivering that blow, Kuroki became unconscious and swayed before finally collapsing to the ground.

Bai Mucheng quickly stepped forward, supported Hei Mu's body, and gently placed him on the ground, completely unconcerned about the bloodstains on his body.

Upon seeing this, Tokugawa Mitsunari, who had been holding back for so long, finally shouted:

"The outcome is decided! Quickly!"

The on-site doctor, who had been waiting for a long time, also rushed forward to stop the bleeding of the unconscious Kuroki, and carried him onto a stretcher to the infirmary for emergency treatment.

……

……

Gensai Kuroki leaves.

After doing all this, Bai Mucheng stood up, raised his hands, looked at the blood on his body and on the ground, and his expression was quite emotional.

"Wow, Mr. Kuroki, you're amazing..."

He turned around and showed Musashi his gruesome bloodstains.

"You're really amazing too. This wasn't a slash made with bare hands, but a 'slash from a sword'—it was all done by Miyamoto Musashi."

"Hum..."

Upon hearing this, Musashi smiled.

He loosely clenched his hands, suddenly wanting to say something to Bai Mucheng, and so he slowly said:

"The practice of calligraphy begins with regular script, develops into running script, and then evolves into cursive script."

"Above cursive script, at an even higher level, is..."

“Every day, I write on paper and then in my mind, constantly.”

"Finally, one day, I will be able to write on walls, waterfalls, and even the sky without needing a pen."

"Books and swordsmanship are interconnected, and so is the sword!"

As he spoke, Musashi's imposing presence grew even more astonishing. He held a large and a small sword in each of his loosely clenched hands, further highlighting his unparalleled and awe-inspiring aura!

"..."

Shiraki Shigeaki clenched his fists and looked up at Miyamoto Musashi.

The next second—

sand.

As if by prior arrangement, Miyamoto Musashi and Shiraki Shō took steps at the same time.

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

The battle aura of "Peerless Under Heaven" was like a ferocious demon, rising and twisting all the way, and burning like a raging flame.

The fighting spirit of [Battle Soul] is like water droplets falling into ink, creating visible patterns that ripple and surge like an ever-flowing ink painting.

As the two took a step, the surrounding space seemed to ripple, transforming into distorted patterns of varying styles.

The two forces spread, collided, intertwined, and surged against each other!

finally--

despair.

With the final step, Shiraki and Miyamoto Musashi stood facing each other, almost face to face and chest to chest.

The next moment—

Swish!

Musashi raised his hand to strike, while Shiraki clenched his fist.

The two men turned on each other, each throwing a chop and a punch, their movements light and quick, striking or slashing at various parts of the other's body.

From the ear to the throat, from the chest to the lower abdomen, from the wrist to the side...

In the blink of an eye, they had "slashed" or "hit" each other more than ten times, without hurting each other in the slightest; they had simply completed the movements lightly.

Each time they "cut" or "hit," the two of them would mutter incantations to provide sound effects for their actions.

Musashi: "Chacha, chacha, chachacha..."

Bai Mucheng: "Slap, slap slap, slap slap..."

Chapter 649 Two Madmen!

An unbelievable scene unfolded in the arena.

Shiraki Shōwa and Miyamoto Musashi—

One person punches, while the other chops with a hand chop, both landing lightly on different parts of each other's bodies, accompanied by personal voiceovers.

Musashi: "Chacha, chacha, chachacha..."

Bai Mucheng: "Slap, slap slap, slap slap..."

The two moved with lightness and speed, maximizing their speed and precision, striking each other's bodies, each blow or slash hitting the other's vital points.

The ink and the raging sea surged and churned, manipulated back and forth by the two, transforming into two fierce clashes of fighting spirits that dazzled the onlookers!

Back and forth.

From top to bottom, gradually bend your knees and squat slightly, assuming a horse stance.

As the blows and slashes continued, the locations where the two men struck each other became increasingly dangerous and terrifying.

Then, gradually stand up from the bottom up—

Ribs, neck, Adam's apple, philtrum, eyeballs.

Even with their eyes so fragile, the two people didn't hurt each other in the slightest during the activity, and didn't even blink!

"...?!"

The onlookers who witnessed this scene were all dumbfounded and couldn't help but swallow hard.

That was... a martial arts demonstration?

I suppose so, but the level is just too high. It takes "slashing" or "striking" to another level!

The audience, witnessing this scene, unconsciously broke out in a sweat with tension and even felt a sense of fear!

"Slap slap~~~ Slap!"

"Snap snap snap!"

Shiraki and Miyamoto Musashi's movements became increasingly unrestrained, eventually clashing slowly with fists against hand chop.

"--boom!"

The two started to speak, and at the same time grabbed each other's wrists, trying to throw each other, but the other twisted their wrists and broke the throw.

Snapped!

"~~~~!!"

Shiraki and Musashi's right hands were simultaneously flung away, as if they had just shaken hands or clapped in celebration after vigorous exercise.

The movements were so fluid, it was as if they had planned it all together, that the audience couldn't keep up and even felt a little terrified.

Whatever this action means, it's incredibly impressive!

"..."

"Great, fantastic...!"

Bai Mucheng looked happy, somewhat reluctant to leave.

Musashi slowly exhaled, looked up at his surroundings, and felt even more helpless when he saw the astonished faces in the audience.

"Oh my, these people's expressions are so exaggerated, they're actually scared...?"