Super Fighting Tokyo.

The person in front of me must like me a lot too!

"Wow……"

Pike made no attempt to hide his joy, and at the same time, he exerted even more force with both hands, seemingly about to crush the wall behind Musashi.

The next moment—

Bang!

Musashi stomped his feet, leaping up from the ground with mud in his wake, which propelled his entire body upwards. He then kicked backwards with both feet, shattering the crumbling brick wall.

Click!

This kick landed precisely on the steel reinforcement inside the wall, giving Musashi leverage and allowing him to headbutt Pike headfirst into his face.

BOOM!

A powerful headbutt slammed into Pike's face, causing him to cough up blood from his nose and be forced to lean back.

"Well!"

Musashi used his strength to press down on Pike's hands, pushing him down so that his back slammed heavily onto the ground.

Doom!

Pi Ke collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Musashi then straddled Pike's waist, loosened his clasped fingers, and clapped his hands twice.

The skin can be pressed back successfully!

"All right……"

Musashi straightened up and glanced around, but all he saw was surprise and astonishment; there was no sign of cheers or applause.

Sure enough, doing this is not enough.

Musashi looks down at Pico.

If we truly want to determine a winner, we need to be more thorough...

It must be "cut".

A thought arises.

Musashi's fighting spirit surged, and even his hair began to flutter.

Chapter 682 The Intruder

Miyamoto Musashi, who had been pinned against the wall, broke the stalemate with a powerful headbutt, and pinned Pike down.

He straddled Pike's waist, kneeling on the ground, his fierce fighting spirit surging, causing his hair to fly wildly.

"..."

This scene was witnessed by everyone.

They also noticed the two deep ruts that Musashi's feet had left on the ground, as well as the reinforced brick wall that had been crushed.

Just like that...

If it were an ordinary human body facing Piko's lunging charge, let alone managing to stay still, it would most likely die on the spot!

"What amazing bones and muscles..."

Mitsuyo Koishi blinked. "Is this... the body of an ancient samurai?"

"..."

Both Tokugawa and Dr. Payne remained stiff and unable to offer any answers.

They know the details of Musashi's cloning and even witnessed the birth of Musashi's "physical body," making it even more difficult for them to understand.

Is it possible for a human body to reach this level of strength simply by being infused with the soul of "Miyamoto Musashi"?!

The human body is truly amazing...

"..."

Musashi was still sitting on Pikachu, about to say something, when suddenly—

Bang!

Suddenly, Pico straightened his back and, in a posture similar to a "hip bridge," pushed Musashi away, sending him flying into the sky with a "whoosh."

Wow!

Everyone's eyes darted around, looking up, and they saw Musashi being blasted eight or nine meters away, almost the height of a three-story building.

But Musashi's movements did not lose their balance.

He floated in the air in a half-squatting position, then jumped back several meters, drawing an arc in mid-air before finally landing back on the ground.

thump...

Musashi cushioned his fall with one foot, finally regaining his balance with a light and graceful movement, making very little noise.

"Oh!"

Musashi couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "What incredible strength!"

Strength – an ancient term for the strength of the spine, which also includes core strength such as the waist and back.

"Even an untamed wild horse is more docile than you; you make it impossible for me to sit still..."

Musashi watched as Pico stood up again, rubbing his chin in thought.

“I have struck you many times with an invisible sword.”

“But, Pike, you used your breathtaking ‘physical prowess’ to withstand every blade attack with your muscles.”

"Your bones are not broken, and your internal organs are protected."

"This top-notch physique is truly amazing!"

Musashi bluntly stated, "Pikachu, I'm here to continue cutting you down."

As he finished speaking, the cold gleam of an invisible sword flashed in Musashi's hands.

At that moment, Dr. Payne, who was not far away, could not help but—

"Are you kidding me!"

Dr. Payne rushed to Musashi in a few steps, grabbed Musashi's robe collar, and began to scold him sternly.

In desperation, he even spoke in his native language, "Do you know what 'Pickle' is?"

"He is the legacy of humanity, and a treasure of the world!"

Do you know what Pico is?

It is a legacy of humanity, a treasure of the world!

But Musashi ignored all of that. He simply stretched out his left hand and placed it on the doctor's left hand, which was grabbing his collar, and leaned forward slightly to exert force.

Whoa!

In an instant, the doctor lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud, his face hitting the ground hard.

"—!?"

The onlookers stared intently at this scene.

Is it Aikido?

No, at least not entirely, since Aikido was invented later than Miyamoto Musashi, but the principles of throwing and grappling are similar.

This is Miyamoto Musashi's close-combat technique!

"Mmm."

Musashi straightened his collar, crouched down slightly, and approached Dr. Payne, who had just gotten up from the ground and still looked bewildered.

The two locked eyes.

Musashi's tiger-like eyes startled Dr. Payne.

“I don’t understand the language of the Southern Barbarians, the Southern Barbarians.”

Musashi changed the subject, seemingly offering comfort, yet also appearing to be demonstrating, "But, do not be afraid of a duel."

After saying this, Musashi stood up.

Dr. Payne, on the other hand, collapsed to the ground, only able to be helped back by Imai's Cosmos, and didn't even have the strength to get up.

The answer is "values".

Dr. Payne realized that the difference in values ​​between him and Miyamoto Musashi was so great that it was as if they were separated by a universe.

Therefore, for a moment, the doctor couldn't even find words to refute this difference.

"..."

Having dealt with the intruder, Musashi was about to face Pike when he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Mitsuyo Koishi not far away.

"……Um?"

Mushi was startled and met Musashi's gaze.

Musashi was very calm, but there was a hint of disdain in his voice. "Outlaws, who only know how to hide and survive, how dare they judge others?"

These words made Mu Shi feel somewhat ashamed, and he lowered his head in embarrassment.

But after thinking for a moment, he looked up despite the pressure and smiled faintly at Musashi, saying, "Even if it's Miyamoto Musashi's rebuke, I can't deny that opinion."

"……Um."

Musashi understood and stopped worrying about it, since there were more interesting things to do at the moment.

"I've said too much already, let's get back to the main topic."

The invisible twin swords, one large and one small, appeared and disappeared in Musashi's hands, as if they were cheering because they could cut through Pikachu.