Super Fighting Tokyo.

Miyamoto Musashi loosely clenched his hands, letting the sunlight fall upon them, making his two "large" and "small" swords appear and disappear intermittently, a truly fantastical sight.

"I understand."

Musashi looked at Yujiro ahead.

The cold sweat on his forehead from the intense pain hadn't yet dried, but Musashi had already put on a smiling face.

"The man before me—this man—is the 'pinnacle,' the 'peak' of 'power' in this world!"

Musashi weighed his crotch in his hand.

"Ugh, it hurts a bit, but I can still fight."

“What good luck…”

"Not only can he fight, but good opportunities to stand out from the crowd have also come to him on their own."

Musashi returned to his stance, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, his feet spread out in a V-shape, and his expression became calm.

From an outsider's perspective, Miyamoto Musashi's "calmness" is nothing short of the ferocious appearance of a tiger with wide-open eyes!

If an ordinary person saw this face, they would be considered exceptionally brave if they didn't collapse in fear.

"Good looks."

Yujiro smiled faintly, his gaze returning to Musashi's hands, looking at the pair of translucent, bladeless objects that gleamed with a cold light.

Sure enough, he did not put down his sword.

Just like what Baki said...

Yujiro thought to himself.

Since that battle between father and son, he would occasionally go to Baki's house for a casual meal when he had free time, to taste the food that his son had carefully prepared for his father.

Just yesterday, Baki described the battle that night to Yujiro, including Musashi and Shiraki's boastful remarks.

[The Realm Without a Blade], [The Strike Without a Hit]...?

Hmph, boring.

Talking about profound mysteries and realms only affects the purity of the battle and casts a shadow over its purity!

—Yūjirō was mocking his son Baki in the same way yesterday.

Despite this, Yujiro still arrived and, as he wished, saw the two [No-Swords] that had almost materialized.

and……

Yujiro tilted his head slightly, his eyes seeing very clearly.

It seems to be even more refined and delicious than Baki described, and the level of "ki" has also been visibly improved!

"bring it on……"

Yujiro and Miyamoto Musashi murmured to themselves at the same time.

The surrounding atmosphere solidified in an instant.

The next moment—

Wow!

Musashi pushed off the ground with his right foot, propelling his left leg forward and taking a large stride forward while keeping his center of gravity extremely low, almost gliding along the ground.

The two swords on his left and right transformed into two flowing, sharp blades, swirling in exaggerated arcs in mid-air, resembling huge waves surrounding his body.

Swoosh!

Amidst that incomprehensible whooshing sound, Miyamoto Musashi used neither a katana nor a tanto, but instead unleashed a swordless attack using the Niten Ichi-ryu style!

Wow!

With his right hand, which was free of a sword, he slashed down first, diagonally cutting Yujiro and leaving a shallow cut on his left thigh.

Yujiro realized that this was a feint, so he neither dodged nor evaded.

Swish!

Musashi's left sword followed, aiming at the center of Yujiro's body, slashing down from top to bottom, cutting through the light and shadow, creating a line between heaven and earth.

Clang—!

This time, Yujiro shifted his weight slightly to the left, shifting his center of gravity away from his body's midline.

Thus, Musashi, without a sword in his left hand, failed to strike Yujiro's vitals, only severing a few strands of his dark red hair and cutting a small opening in his shirt at the shoulder.

If an expert observes carefully, they will be certain that it was not something that could be done with a hand knife, finger knife, or foot knife.

Only a sharp blade...

Only a real blade can transcend "imitation" and deliver such a genuine strike!

"Oh……"

Musashi's face lit up with joy as he immersed himself in the feel of the Niten Ichi-ryu technique.

Yujiro also curled up the corners of his mouth, his face wrinkling and revealing a playful yet ferocious smile.

"So that's how it is. It's not just 'freedom and ease,' but has reached the realm of 'unity of illusion and reality'...?"

"..."

Musashi did not answer.

Or rather, at the very moment when Musashi should have replied, he once again pushed off the ground with his right foot and took a large step forward with his left foot.

Swish!

Musashi instantly closed in on Yujiro, slashing down with his left-hand sword, creating a crescent-shaped arc.

But at this very moment...

No, it was just before Musashi swung his sword—

Whoosh!

A third figure emerged from the bushes not far away.

He was incredibly fast, anticipating Musashi's movements, and stepped on the white wooden head of the seated man, using the momentum to leap up.

Bang~!

"—!?"

Whoosh!!

In an instant, the figure rushed between Yujiro and Musashi, and then used his own body to block Musashi's slash!

Swish!

An invisible sword slashed down, striking the man's shoulder, causing him to crash into Yujiro's arms before bouncing back to the ground.

"~~~~~~~!!!!"

This scene shocked everyone present.

Apart from Bai Mucheng, who had just been stepped on and was lying face down on the ground, everyone else looked completely astonished.

Who is that person?

The onlookers stared intently.

He was the only one who appeared—

He wore a loose top and trousers, had a sparse beard, medium-length hair, a stocky build, thick eyebrows, and large eyes.

It was none other than the esteemed "Master of Real-World Ancient Jujutsu" Honbu Izō!

"..."

Although Musashi saw the intruder immediately after the initial slash, he did not pursue with a second slash.

However, it was indeed with his own body that Izo took a hit from Musashi's sword.

Swish...

Wisps of white smoke rose from his right shoulder, the power of the strike spreading downwards from his shoulder to his right chest.

He himself had already rolled his eyes back, lost consciousness, and collapsed to the ground in front of Musashi and Yujiro.

Musashi exclaimed in surprise, "Who is this?!"

Yujiro bared his teeth and roared, "—Headquarters!!"

The connection between Yujiro Hanma and Izo Motobu can be traced back to a long time ago, when the "Martial Arts Master" Motobu suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Yujiro.

Afterwards, he devoted himself to training for many years and challenged Yujiro twice as a martial artist, only to be utterly defeated by the "Oni-shi".

Therefore, Yujiro certainly knows the headquarters, and is even quite familiar with it.

But none of that matters.

At this moment, what Izou of the headquarters did drove Yujiro Hanma into a rage, to the point that he almost lost his mind!

"Headquarters!!"

Yujiro stepped forward, inserting his right foot behind Honbu's head, raising his leg and knee, and using the back of his foot to lift the collapsed Honbu up.

Wow!

Yujiro twisted his waist and swept his leg, causing the unconscious Honbu to spin around and face him directly, before slapping Honbu across the face.

Snapped! !

The unconscious headquarters was whipped around like a top, then swayed and fell to the ground a second time.

Yujiro's roar echoed throughout the surrounding area.

"You bastard...!"

"You idiot!!"

"You protected me, Fanma...?!?"

His furious expression contorted his face to the extreme, and his roar was like a thunderous drumbeat, startling even Musashi.

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