Super Fighting Tokyo.

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An invisible sword, accompanied by a hand chop, slashed from Pike's mouth all the way down to his jaw, causing Pike to grimace in pain, his face contorted in agony.

"Hurrrrrrr—"

Pico opened his eyes wide and let out a vicious growl.

But before his roar was finished, Musashi opened his hands and hooked his two index fingers back at the same time, making a hand-blade gesture derived from the "gripping a sword" stance.

Whoosh!

Musashi strode forward, passing Pike in an instant, and slashed with his two swords in quick succession, striking Pike's limbs in various places.

Cha-cha-cha-cha!

The invisible sword and the hand blade mingled, transforming into a mix of real and illusory whipping and slashing, which exploded repeatedly around Pi Ke's body and limbs!

"laugh……"

His skin was in so much pain that he grimaced in pain.

However, the invisible slash that had caused Baki and Shiraki to lose consciousness from the pain, and even made Kuroki Gensai's movements stiff, eventually dissipated on Pico's body.

It hurts, but that's all.

"..."

Musashi swung his two swords down, making a wielding motion, then looked back at Pike, contemplating the feel of his movements.

sharp……

Even Musashi couldn't help but be amazed.

His swords could effortlessly cut through armor in two.

But the moment Musashi touched Pike, he understood that the elasticity of Pike's muscles was completely different from that of ordinary people.

Musashi's sword could not even reach the bones and internal organs located beneath his muscles!

That's amazing...

The series of "opportunistic strikes" that were enough to cause serious injury only left a shallow bruise on Pike's body.

"..."

Musashi was full of praise.

The primitive man, Pike, also looked enlightened at this moment.

He recalled that familiar Cretaceous period—among a group of formidable enemies, hundreds of times heavier than himself…

There's an annoying guy!

His body was light and agile, yet his movements were swift and nimble. What made him most troublesome were the enormous "sharp claws" growing from his feet.

Pi had been injured by it many times; its skin had been cut by its sharp claws and then it had bled.

That guy...

Even Tyrannosaurus Rex would occasionally eat carrion, but that guy was different; he only ate live things, no matter what.

They even target only the most ferocious individuals—those that are among the best in the super-heavyweight class—for hunting and prey.

that's all.

These memories suddenly flashed through Piccolo's mind and gradually overlapped with the Miyamoto Musashi in front of him.

If Pi could draw it, Dr. Payne would recognize it at a glance.

In Pike's eyes, Miyamoto Musashi, this "human," gradually merged with that ferocious alien creature called "Deinonychus"!

Chapter 679 There are others like us!

Pico's eyes changed.

From the leisurely comfort of being well-fed and watered, he became solid and heavy, now regarding Miyamoto Musashi in front of him as the "Deinonychus" that had injured him.

"...Huh?!"

Tokugawa Mitsunari, who was closest to the pressure, was forced to retreat repeatedly.

Musashi met Pikachu's gaze, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips, revealing a hint of joy and anticipation.

"Hmph, you really are a beast no less than me."

Musashi raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly, glancing at Shiraki Cheng in the distance. "I was originally going to ask Shiraki if we could fight here, but now it seems there's no need to ask."

"Even if Shiraki forbids it, you'll still pounce on me, right, Pikachu?"

Musashi stood firmly on his feet, his left and right hands loosely clenched as if grasping two invisible sword hilts, with the cold glint of blades faintly visible below.

The swordsman's stance transformed into two invisible swords, one large and one small!

"The sun is shining brightly, and the sky is clear and the air is crisp."

"Pico, let's have a good fight right here."

"..."

Miyamoto Musashi was in high spirits and full of fighting spirit.

at the same time--

Wu Fengshui, You Sha, Maruk.

The three of them gathered around Bai Mucheng and watched quietly from the corridor in the courtyard.

Mitsuyo Koishi, along with Imai's Cosmo, also retreated a certain distance, clearing the battlefield for "Primitive Man VS Swordsman".

Seeing this, Tokugawa Mitsunari was about to leave when suddenly he heard a voice:

"Wait a moment."

The speaker was none other than Nobel laureate Dr. Albert Payne.

"Everyone, please hear me out."

Dr. Payne, with a serious expression, stepped forward and warned the crowd:

"Mr. Miyamoto Musashi is a miraculous being created by cloning technology, who descended into the world four hundred years ago."

"And Piccolo, also excavated from a 1,000-meter-thick layer of salt rock, is a universally acknowledged miracle that dinosaurs were a daily food source."

"In other words, if we make the wrong move now, it is very likely that one or even two miracles will not exist!"

Dr. Payne said seriously, "Musashi/Miyamoto vs. Pikachu—who is stronger?"

"So, just to satisfy childish curiosity, even at the cost of a miracle that is irreplaceable for humanity?"

"—Wake up!!"

Dr. Payne stood his ground, loudly rebuking the crowd, "I refuse to accept this fight!"

"..."

Hearing this, Tokugawa replied helplessly to his old friend, "Doctor, you have a loud voice. I'm perfectly sober."

Tokugawa lowered his gaze and said seriously, "The strongest swordsman of the Warring States period and the strongest hunter of the Cretaceous period meet at this moment."

"The swordsman wants to fight to the death, while the hunter wants to hunt for food."

"What a perfectly valid reason!"

"And we are just very lucky to be here."

Tokugawa refused to back down, saying, "If you refuse, you can leave, but—this 'dream' cannot be stopped with just a few words!"

"..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tokugawa suddenly froze.

Suddenly, Dr. Payne reached into his pocket, pulled out a "pistol," and turned off the safety, pointing it at the crowd in front of him.

……

"...!"

Wu Fengshui blinked his black-and-white eyes and grinned, "Huh? Russian smuggled goods?"

As a firearms expert, the girl immediately recognized that what Dr. Payne held was not an officially recognized legitimate weapon.

……

Dr. Payne remained unfazed. "I may be an old fogey, but don't mistake me for a senile idiot who only knows how to talk the talk."

"When I heard that Mr. Tokugawa was also looking for Pike, I had a bad feeling."

"The possibility of this happening flashed through my mind."

"It seems my premonition came true..."

Dr. Payne brandished his pistol. "I was treated like a VIP when I entered the country, so my luggage didn't need to be checked."

"So, this doesn't count as 'a few words' anymore, does it?"

The elderly man with white hair raised his gun and said, "My only request is: immediately give up watching and disperse."

"..."

Tokugawa frowned, about to respond.

Suddenly the next second—

Gala.

Dr. Payne's right wrist, which was holding the gun, dislocated instantly, and his right hand, along with the pistol, drooped down as if it had been dislocated.

Before Dr. Payne could react, he felt a chill run down his neck, as if he had been struck by a "blade".

"—?!"

No...not just the neck!