Super Fighting Tokyo.

Dr. Payne's entire body was slashed by sharp blades, cut into pieces, and turned into a corpse!

He could even see the phantom of his own head hitting the ground!

"……what!"

When Dr. Payne came to his senses, he saw that Miyamoto Musashi had already come to his side, his left and right hands swinging out swords.

While Dr. Payne was still stiff, Musashi snatched the gun from Dr. Payne's hand and began to examine and play with it.

That was a pistol with the safety off, and it was being held by a complete novice!

Wu Fengshui led the others to the edge of the corridor, while the others were also taken aback, keeping a close eye on the gun barrels and preparing to dodge.

However, Musashi did not intend to shoot anyone.

"As expected, it's another 'short-barreled' one..."

Musashi had seen modern firearms more than once before, but this was the first time he had handled and played with them, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Used like this?"

Musashi raised his gun and aimed, startling Tokugawa Ichiro, who was standing next to him.

He finally aimed at the courtyard wall, pulled the trigger with a "bang," and watched the shell fall to the ground and the bullet hit the wall, leaving a small dot.

"Oh!"

Musashi had figured out the weapon's "landing point" and "force," so he fired several shots in quick succession until he ran out of bullets.

It is evident that Musashi's every shot is aimed as close as possible to the point of impact of the first bullet, and his accuracy has improved significantly.

With just one magazine of bullets, Musashi had already become basically familiar with modern firearms!

"Um……"

Musashi flicked the smoking barrel of his gun and commented, "It's more convenient to use than throwing darts, and it's very accurate. It's terrifying."

But then he changed the subject, saying, "However, it cannot yet be called 'the Way'."

shuh...

Musashi tossed the pistol to Wu Fengshui, who was some distance away, probably because he thought Wu Fengshui was good at keeping such "short-barreled" pistols safe.

Then, ignoring the bewildered Dr. Payne, he looked back at the primitive man before him.

"Okay, Pico, now no one's bothering us."

Musashi tilted his head and smiled faintly.

It sounded like a provocation, yet also like following Pike's train of thought: "You know what? I'm so delicious."

"--bring it on."

The last two words were uttered.

In Pike's eyes, behind Musashi, there was a volcano erupting and a huge meteorite falling from the sky.

Rumble!

An illusory roar echoed.

Pico had no idea what kind of destruction the volcanic eruptions and meteorite strikes foreshadowed, but he was well aware of the power of the scene!

"Awoooo ...

Pico roared loudly, making Tokugawa's head buzz and his eyes tremble.

But at the same time, Dr. Payne, who had been slashed earlier, had already taken several steps back and was sitting on the lawn, trembling and clutching his right arm.

I got slashed...!

Dr. Payne broke out in a cold sweat, recalling the feeling he had just experienced.

Musashi Miyamoto, with his hand that wasn't holding a sword, tore my body to pieces!

This scholar, who dedicated his life to the pursuit of science, still remembers it clearly to this day—

The icy blade slid easily into his skin, passing smoothly through layers of fat and muscle.

It severed the hard bones and reached the fragile and helpless internal organs!

Even with his head gone, Dr. Payne could still feel the spurting blood was still warm, and a splash of bright red even passed before his eyes!

die……!!

He's dead!

brain……

Not only the brain, but all 36 trillion cells in the body believe this!

He was already dead at that time...

This is...

This……

"..."

Just as Dr. Payne was in a daze, his dislocated right hand was suddenly grabbed by another large hand, followed by a sharp pain.

"Well?!"

Dr. Payne was awakened by the pain, and then he felt the presence of his right hand.

Turning around, I saw that it was actually the "fighter" Mitsuyo Koishi, who had successfully set Dr. Payne's bone with his exquisite skills.

"Um, thank you..."

Dr. Payne nodded his thanks.

However, Mitsuyo Koishi's face was flushed, with a sickly sense of ecstasy that made Dr. Payne's skin crawl.

"Sorry, I lost my composure."

Mitsuyoshi wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and rubbed his face, finally returning to his usual handsome appearance.

"But then again, the urge to be able to break the wrist that Miyamoto Musashi broke—that impulse really makes me want to vent..."

Twilight Stone stared at Dr. Payne, then suddenly suggested, "How about we do it again?"

Dr. Payne shook his head rapidly, so much so that his head left afterimages.

Muishi had already anticipated the answer, so he didn't dwell on it, only muttering to himself, "Miyamoto Musashi, he's a pervert just like me... no..."

Seemingly feeling that such a statement was somewhat disrespectful to the ancients, Mu Shi changed his tune:

“I can clearly sense that Miyamoto Musashi and I are both morbid madmen.”

"..."

Dr. Payne paused, momentarily at a loss for words.

Suddenly, he noticed his old friend Bai Mucheng approaching, and gave a helpless, bitter smile. "Sorry, I used a gun in your martial arts school."

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiraki Cheng: "Ah..."

His eyes darted around, glancing at Wu Fengshui behind him. He and the girl shrugged helplessly, neither of them feeling comfortable correcting Dr. Payne.

With Wu Fengshui around, the Fighting Soul Martial Arts School never lacks firearms.

In short...

Shiraki Cheng squatted down beside Dr. Payne and asked, "Doctor, could you feel it?"

"Ah."

Dr. Payne nodded. "If you're going to force yourself to understand, I can understand you 'fighters,' but Miyamoto Musashi is different."

"The generational gap is too obvious; I simply can't understand him..."

"..."

Beside him, the "weirdo" Mitsuyo Koishi nodded, "To put it bluntly, Miyamoto Musashi and I are similar morbid individuals."

"The world is truly wondrous. Even after four hundred years, people of the same kind can still appear in this world...!"

Mu Shi sighed, then changed the subject:

"But it is precisely because of this that I cannot live like Miyamoto Musashi."

Similarly—

Muishi's gaze was somewhat complicated. "Miyamoto Musashi probably couldn't have lived like me, like 'Muroishi Mitsuyo' either..."

Chapter 680 Hobbies, Cheers, and Applause

Mitsuyoshi Muishi —

A mixed martial artist and professional MMA fighter, 34 years old, considered one of the top fighters in the light to middleweight division of Japanese mixed martial arts.

At the same time, he is also a highly skilled osteopath.

But this handsome young man had the nickname "eccentric" because of his morbid "bone-breaking fetish".

In other words, Mitsuyo Koishi's true nature is that of a pervert who enjoys breaking human bones, and he may even experience physiological reactions as a result during battles.

Mitsuyo Koishi knew this, and kept it deep in his heart. Even his apprentice, Kosuke Imai, knew very little about it.

"..."

Bones-breaking fetish, slashing fetish, and even combat fetish, fighting fetish, and the desire to become stronger...

Bai Mucheng suddenly couldn't help but think:

Perhaps... people living in modern society—especially the elite—have all sorts of quirks and seek opportunities to satisfy themselves.

Just like Mitsuyo Koishi, who occasionally wanders around chaotic neighborhoods, looking for delinquents or yakuza who like to use knives.

However, it seems that no one could carry out their "habits" so thoroughly as Miyamoto Musashi, turning them into "unparalleled under heaven".