Super Fighting Tokyo.

That intense fighting spirit even caused their hair to fly up and sway on its own!

Twisted flames are burning!

The onlookers—

Whether it was Tokugawa Mitsunari, Shiraki Shō, the Metropolitan Police Department's elite officers, or the scientists exploring the unknown, they all breathed heavily.

This density...!!

How exactly should one describe this intense level of "qi"?

Is it like two kings of beasts facing off? Or is it like a battle between a dragon and a tiger from a fantasy story?

No no no no...

Those are not enough to describe it!

Even if you wanted to use something else to describe these two heroes, there was simply no way to do so.

However, in terms of "power," nothing can be found that can rival "Yujiro vs. Miyamoto Musashi"!

Everyone present could swear an oath to God.

Neither lions, tigers, nor dragons can possibly defeat these two heroes!

……

……

There wasn't much time left for the onlookers to marvel.

After a brief stalemate—

wow...

Musashi's body went limp again, and his arms drooped down as well.

This is the power of two top-notch individuals!

By releasing your weight and letting your body fall, you can use the resulting acceleration to generate power through your heels, propelling your body toward your opponent.

In this way, the opponent will have no time to react, and the length of the blade will be used to the maximum extent, allowing it to strike the opponent's vital points!

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, Musashi had already rushed into close range of Yujiro.

With the invisible sword in his left hand, he swung a diagonal slash at Yujiro's neck, cleaving down from the right side.

however--

Snapped!

Just as the invisible sword was about to cut into Yujiro's skin and graz his neck, the blade suddenly stopped.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Yujiro had reached out his left hand and grabbed Musashi's left wrist!

In this round of confrontation, Yujiro's late start was faster than his opponent's!

"What a well-trained and impressive wrist..."

Yujiro sighed leisurely.

Upon hearing this, Musashi's eyes widened, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

suddenly--

Yujiro slightly bent his right leg and pushed off the ground, then kicked straight forward with his left leg, using the instep of his left foot to strike Musashi directly in the groin.

Boom! !

A loud, muffled thud erupted.

To everyone's astonishment, Yujiro kicked Musashi in the groin, causing Musashi's feet to leave the ground and his entire body to float backward in the air.

Miyamoto Musashi took flight!

"~~~~~~!!"

The excruciating pain, visible to the naked eye, was enough to make anyone's eyes twitch just watching it.

Even the most seasoned and unparalleled swordsman was now in so much pain that he foamed at the mouth, clutched his groin, and rolled on the ground, caught in a vortex of agony.

He rolled around on the grass, kicking up clouds of dust.

Snot, saliva, sweat...

Various bodily fluids mingled together, causing his entire body to tremble uncontrollably. He even loosened his grip and abandoned his stance, releasing both his real and feinting swords.

"Hiss~~~~!"

Musashi, clutching his groin with one hand and supporting himself with the other, slowly stood up, baring his teeth, his body still visibly trembling.

It was a mess.

Even the peerless Miyamoto Musashi would be in a sorry state if he were kicked hard in the groin, and might even drop his sword!

However, Musashi's fighting spirit remained undiminished.

He didn't pick up the fallen knife; instead, he stared intently at his opponent with wide, fierce eyes.

"Strong one, what is your name?"

"..."

Yujiro looked Musashi up and down and couldn't help but laugh.

He also understood the "cunning" in battle, so he could naturally tell that Musashi intended to take a break while asking for his name.

But Yujiro didn't mind.

The fact that Musashi neither picked up the sword from the ground nor let his guard down indicates that his strength had not yet reached its limit.

"My surname is Hanma, and my given name is Yujiro. People seem to call me the 'strongest creature on earth'."

Yujiro smiled faintly, filled with anticipation.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Musashi was still panting heavily.

He glanced down at the sword on the ground, but didn't pick it up. He then looked at his hands and murmured, "That's enough."

"Humph!"

Yujiro was even more delighted, "You finally realized that your little trick just now was just a test..."

"Use it."

Yujiro grinned broadly and sneered, "Use the 'Swordless Technique' you achieved during your battle with 'Kuroki Gensai'!"

"By now, shouldn't you have made further progress?"

"..."

Hearing such a profound understanding of himself, Musashi couldn't help but exclaim, "Yujiro Hanma, you're truly amazing!"

Yujiro tilted his head and turned his neck to the right side.

On the surface of that skin, there was a clear red mark, which was the one that Musashi had made with his "Invisible Sword".

"Look, this is the wound you slashed when I kicked you in the groin."

Yujiro smiled and said, "You're very strong too. Not only do you live up to your reputation, but you're even stronger than the rumors say."

"Rumors..."

Upon hearing this, Musashi's pain lessened somewhat.

"For four hundred years, there have indeed been rumors about me..."

"I like."

"I like it this way!"

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking—

Swish.

Musashi drew his sword from its sheath, thought for a moment, and then tossed it to Shiraki, who was watching the battle from a distance.

Snapped!

Shiraki's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he grabbed the scabbard, opening it outwards, and aimed it at Musashi.

Musashi picked up the sword from the ground, swung it around, and threw it, making a "whoosh" sound as it cut through the air. The path was precise and it was perfectly sheathed.

Click!

The swords were sheathed, the guards and scabbards joined together, and Shiramu Cheng grasped them in his hand.

"Thanks, Shiraki."

Musashi handed the sword to Shiraki for safekeeping.

Perhaps it was because, among the onlookers, only Shiraki Cheng had the leisure to catch the scabbard and cooperate in sheathing the sword.

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Musashi gripped his two swords, one large and one small, again, their semi-transparent shadows flickering and solidifying.

But it's no longer like before, where the right is true and the left is not.

They are all real knives.

Also, all of them are without knives!

Chapter 661 Guardian

On a secluded lawn.