Super Fighting Tokyo.

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Musashi took a sip of sake, and after the meat and vegetables were grilled, he dined with Shiraki.

"The meat was good, but the roasted vegetables were even more delicious, with an unexpected sweetness."

Musashi chewed on vegetables.

At the same time, Shiraki would occasionally speak up to introduce the types of meat or vegetables, letting Musashi know what he was eating.

"..."

Before we knew it, the number of customers at the barbecue restaurant had increased, with people sitting around in twos and threes.

Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be police officers from the Secret Burial Division, including Mr. Tokugawa Mitsunari, as well as Dr. Payne and Dr. Horner.

Now that the tracking has been discovered, there's no need to just wait around; it's better to be more open and aboveboard.

Even the strange and unusual person, the head of the secret burial department, "True Pot Master," who had long hair growing from one side of his eye, arrived a little later.

Clearly, police officers have been deployed in the vicinity.

In the event of any accident, the Metropolitan Police Department can immediately evacuate the crowd to prevent ordinary people from being drawn into Miyamoto Musashi's battle.

"..."

Musashi picked up his wine glass and swallowed a mouthful of roasted vegetables.

His expression remained the same: his tiger-like eyes were wide open, his lips were downturned, and he looked up at the sky, as if he was thinking about something.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding police officers immediately became tense.

Musashi murmured in admiration, "Truly amazing..."

Bai Mucheng, his mouth bulging with food, asked in confusion, "You mean roasted vegetables?"

"..."

Musashi paused, looked down at Shiraki, and asked, "Shiraki, did you invite anyone else?"

Bai Mucheng tilted his head in confusion, then suddenly felt a jolt in his heart.

He had his back to the alley entrance, but he could feel it now!

That inexplicable presence spread from behind him, even stirring up a few ink-wash lines that distorted the surrounding scenery.

...Someone's coming!

Moreover, that person's fighting spirit was so high that it seemed to be some kind of high-temperature entity, which could be felt without even needing to be observed with the naked eye.

Before you see him, you hear of his presence!

"..."

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

Light yet firm footsteps came from the street corner, and then a figure turned into the alley and appeared in everyone's sight.

He is a robust man who is over 190cm tall and weighs over 100kg.

She wore a black short-sleeved shirt, paired with loose black tapered trousers and black low-top canvas shoes.

His physique was extremely robust, with terrifying muscle mass. His exposed muscles were like iron and stone, outlining explosive contours that exuded power.

He has sickle-shaped eyebrows and sharp eyes.

His medium-length dark red hair, coated with hair wax and gleaming with a dark red sheen, was like his passionate mood, each strand flowing and swaying freely.

In a word—Strong!

The man widely recognized as the strongest creature on Earth in the modern world is none other than this man—

Yujiro Hanma!

"..."

"~~~~~!!"

Tokugawa exclaimed in surprise, "Yū...Yūjirō!!"

At this moment, Yujiro had his hands in his pockets, his face slightly wrinkled and upturned, unable to hide his excited smile.

He strode toward the barbecue restaurant.

Looking ahead, and considering the path he had taken earlier, Yujiro could easily see that there were many police officers lurking around.

This reminded Yujiro of the argument he had with Baki, his son, before.

"Hmph, you're still the same as ever."

"As police officers of the Metropolitan Police Department, how can you arbitrarily occupy vacant spaces and disrupt the daily lives of ordinary residents?"

"But... well, never mind."

Yujiro stared intently at Miyamoto Musashi, then changed the subject, "Anyway, I'm not here to live an 'ordinary life'."

"..."

Upon hearing this, apart from Shiraki and Musashi's table, everyone else at the other tables couldn't help but tremble.

Why is Yujiro Hanma here?

They've come looking for Miyamoto Musashi!?

Is that [Ogre] here to devour Miyamoto Musashi?!

……

……

"Mmm~~~~!"

Musashi's eyes darted around, observing Shiraki's expression, then he raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly, "What, Shiraki? Didn't you call him here?"

His tone was quite calm, but a few strands of hair seemed to flutter with anticipation.

"..."

Meanwhile, Bai Mucheng's heart was also in turmoil.

Due to the seating arrangement, Shiraki Shō was sandwiched between Yujirō Hanma and Musashi, with his back to Yujirō Hanma.

The fighting spirit emanating from the two even distorted Bai Mucheng's body, making him look less human!

If an ordinary person stood here, they would probably be so frightened that they would lose control of their bladder.

But Shiraki felt it was just right.

Even though his eyes trembled, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his heart was pounding, Shiraki Cheng was happy to do so!

"Great, fantastic..."

He knew that Yujiro Hanma would come looking for Miyamoto Musashi sooner or later, just as Izo Motobu was determined to protect everyone.

But when it comes to "fighting," simply "knowing" about it isn't enough.

The punch that is thrown is the real blow.

The sword that is swung out is the one that strikes!

Similarly—

When Shiraki Seijin found himself in this place, truly caught between the strongest creature on earth and the unparalleled one, he finally understood this "standoff"!

"..."

That was an "impulse".

It didn't stem from the two people's fighting skills, but from something more fundamental—the impulse to destroy the opponent, rooted in the instinct of "life"!

A surge of killing intent...

This realm, which Shiraki Shōsei re-examined and contemplated, was further awakened during the confrontation between Yūjirō and Musashi.

"what……"

A glint of light flashed in Bai Mucheng's eyes as he gazed at the two distorted shapes colliding around him, and for a moment he felt an unparalleled sense of pleasure.

The ink surged and rippled, outlining dotted lines, making Bai Mucheng's breathing become increasingly heavy.

And at that very moment—

Snapped.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and gently placed on Bai Mucheng's back.

She also wore a metal ring on her wrist, with a yellowish metallic base and black diamond patterns engraved on it.

{...So you were 'pursuing power', huh?}

I understand how you feel, and the meaning of martial arts varies from person to person; it's not something that can be understood overnight.

Try to look carefully.

{…}

The illusory voice wasn't old, but the profound meaning in its words gave Bai Mucheng a gentle yet solid sense of reassurance.

I've calmed down...

Bai Mucheng exhaled a breath of hot air, gradually regaining his senses from the standoff.

And at that very moment—

Snapped!

Yujiro's hand also casually rested on Shiraki Sho's shoulder.

Shiraki Seijin understood immediately, and of course had no reason to refuse.

"Let's order some more food. What would you like to drink?"

Shiraki grabbed another chair from the next table, dragged it to the other side of the table, and gestured for Yujiro to sit down.

Chapter 658 I Want to Make a Name for Myself!