Super Fighting Tokyo.

Seeing this, Tokugawa simply knelt down on the lawn and stared intently at the scene.

The rest of the crowd, including the police officers and scientists, were also astonished and took a half step back to make more space for the two powerful figures.

As for the white wood support...

Although I know I should be nervous, I can't stop smiling; it's a genuine joy from the bottom of my heart.

The two people facing off are about to give it their all, and everyone, from the other side to the onlookers, can feel it.

This made Shiramu Cheng laugh.

A faint smile spread, blurring and expanding into layers of ink wash, transforming into illusory figures of masters, accompanying their disciples.

They knew very well what their disciple had been thinking lately.

They also understand that the path to power is long and arduous, and that one must eventually confront the path that belongs only to "self".

……

……

The standoff between the strongest creature on earth and the unparalleled one continues.

Click!

With a crisp metallic clang, Musashi drew his sword.

Most people hold a samurai sword with both hands, but Miyamoto Musashi held it with his right hand alone, with the blade facing outwards.

Musashi's left hand was loosely clenched, with the tiger's mouth facing inwards towards his body.

"Humph……"

Yujiro narrowed his eyes and looked Musashi up and down.

The reason he had someone bring him a knife was not because he thought Musashi "lacked swords," but simply because he wanted to see the situation.

As a result, Yujiro was very satisfied.

"I see. You seem to be holding only one knife, but you are actually holding two knives at the same time. You are indeed using 'large and small' knives."

The term "big and small" refers to the two swords worn by warriors in the past, named for their different sizes. In a broader sense, it can also refer to two swords used together.

At this moment, Musashi's left hand appeared to be empty, but in fact he was holding a semi-transparent short sword!

"Oh, you want to see this, strong one."

Musashi gradually shifted the weight of his grip on the sword with his ten fingers, pressing down on the hilt one knuckle at a time, yet the blade remained completely still.

During this process, Musashi's fighting spirit surged, gradually distorting space until only his figure remained clearly visible.

Click...

Musashi pressed his hands down, with the tip of his sword pointing downwards, assuming the "lower stance" of the Niten Ichi-ryu style.

The solid longsword in his right hand remained unchanged, while the semi-transparent shortsword in his left hand became increasingly clear and solid as his point of force changed.

"Well."

Musashi slightly raised his head, letting the sunlight shine on his face, his expression already full of pride. "Not bad, it's very handy whether you have a sword or not."

"This is also about being at ease..."

Swish.

Musashi raised his left hand high without a sword and pressed forward with his right hand holding a sword, adopting the "Central Stance" to meet Yujiro.

But at that moment, something unexpected happened—and something that no one, including Musashi, had anticipated.

Faced with the sharp longsword before him, Yujiro neither charged nor dodged, but instead slowly stepped forward.

Snapped!

Yujiro raised his left hand and grasped the upper half of the katana with his bare hand.

With his thick left hand, he pressed the palm against the blade with the base of his thumb and forefinger, and suddenly clenched his fist so tightly that the entire fist gleamed with a metallic sheen.

click!

With this, Yujiro Hanma firmly grasped Miyamoto Musashi's sword, preventing him from moving an inch!

"—?!"

Such a scene is far too exaggerated, even outrageous.

If someone takes a picture of it and it gets circulated, it could lead to imitation by people outside the circle, which would definitely cause an accident and have a bad impact.

Someone can actually grasp a knife blade with their bare hands?!

"Whoa~~~~!"

Even Musashi couldn't help but gape and exclaim in genuine admiration, "So magnificent!"

"Strong one, do you even understand the characteristics of a sharp blade?"

Musashi explained, "Indeed, simply pressing the blade against the skin will not cut the flesh; only by applying force before contact can you sever the target."

"Strong one, will you seize Musashi's sword?"

"..."

Seeing Musashi's face light up with joy, Yujiro raised an eyebrow slightly, his skin glowing even more in the sunlight, as if it were covered in metal.

"Miyamoto, don't get too cocky."

As soon as he finished speaking—

Swish!

Yujiro pushed off the ground with his right foot, planted his left foot firmly, maintained his grip on the sword with his left hand, and at the same time slapped forward with his right palm, striking Musashi in the face.

The speed was incredibly fast, and the trajectory of the right arm was almost invisible.

Bang!

A deafening, drum-like thud struck Musashi's face, slamming his head backward, his eyelids and cheeks flying off.

Whoosh!

This blow sent Musashi flying off the ground, his entire head enveloped in the force, as if he had been slapped away.

But Musashi's right hand remained firmly gripping the hilt of his sword, showing no sign of letting go.

The force of Musashi's backward flight was also transmitted through the blade to Yujiro's left hand.

Yujiro had no intention of letting go at all. He used the force of Musashi's backward flight to jump forward two or three meters and land at the same time as Musashi.

despair……

Four feet stepped back onto the lawn.

At this moment, Musashi was swaying and limp all over, his head tilted back, his eyes rolled upwards, and there were obvious red marks on his face, with wisps of white smoke faintly rising from it.

But the most outrageous thing is that even at this moment, Musashi still did not let go of his right hand and still firmly gripped the hilt of the sword!

……

"~~~~!!"

Tokugawa Mitsunari's eyes widened as he realized the significance of this scene.

That was Yujiro Hanma's slap!

Not long ago, a similar slap sent the tough guy "Hanayama Kaoru" flying backward, crashing into a shop on the street.

Even a palm strike that could shake Kaoru Hanayama couldn't make Musashi drop his sword!

So, did Musashi actually faint?

"..."

……

Yujiro kept looking at Musashi, his movements never ceasing.

"I won't drink!"

He suddenly flipped his right arm, and with a "whoosh," he spun Musashi, sword and all, 360 degrees clockwise!

Even so, Musashi still held his sword tightly, his grip strength was ridiculously exaggerated!

"..."

Musashi remained silent, his pale pupils gradually solidifying as his consciousness returned to his mind.

"Ah...that's amazing..."

Musashi murmured, "Even now, I haven't realized I was hit by you. My consciousness feels like it's on the other side."

"This is... bare-handed."

"This is what the boxing champions born in the modern era taught me."

"It is precisely because I was born in an era without swords that I was able to reach this level after going through trials and tribulations, enabling my fists to stand shoulder to shoulder with swords!"

"but--"

Musashi changed the subject and laughed heartily, "Even so, it still can't compare to [Musashi's sword]."

Upon hearing this, even Yujiro couldn't help but show a look of joy, his face as taut as iron, his eyes fixed on Musashi's entire body.

Musashi said in a low, deep voice, "Don't let go, you strong one..."

Before the words were finished—

"Drink!"

Musashi's invisible sword in his left hand dissipated, and he gripped the real sword in his right hand with both hands, right hand on top and left hand on the bottom, pressing down with his waist and abdomen.

In an instant, the soles of both of Yujiro's shoes were pressed into the grass beneath his feet.

Although there were no large movements, Musashi's downward force was visibly immense, making onlookers tremble with fear.

Even so, Yujiro's left hand still gripped Musashi's sword!

"—Ugh!!"

Musashi continued his movements, then suddenly changed the direction of his power, planted his feet firmly on the ground, used his waist and abdomen to generate power, and leaned his whole body backward in a large arc.