Super Fighting Tokyo.

For Miyamoto Musashi, the unparalleled warrior, no matter how serious the injury or damage, it was nothing compared to the impact of "mental turmoil".

How could I possibly let such a golden opportunity slip by?

If we don't fight now, when will we?!

I've finally waited for the moment when Miyamoto Musashi will be "weakened"!

"call……"

The commander exhaled a puff of smoke and muttered to himself, "I'm really despicable right now!"

"—That's perfect!"

As he spoke, the commander walked up to Musashi, sat down cross-legged with a "heave-ho," and faced Miyamoto Musashi with a relaxed expression.

Many people witnessed this scene.

So, let's show everyone what headquarters is all about!!

Chapter 686 The Old Hero

Night was just beginning to fall on the streets.

More than ten experts gathered here, standing in the shadows to watch and witness an impending battle.

Main body Izō VS Miyamoto Musashi.

This scene itself is "abnormal" enough.

But what was even more unusual was that the headquarters, which had just launched a series of successful sneak attacks, did not continue its fierce offensive, but instead deliberately slowed down its pace.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips and a bottle of liquor in his hand, the headman slowly walked up to Musashi, sat down with a "heave-ho," and their eyes met.

The battle has paused?

No.

Even the experts watching could see that the two were continuing their "abnormal battle"!

"..."

Headquarters reached into his pocket, pulled out a "Peace" brand cigarette canister, and gestured to Musashi, saying, "This is a cigarette; in your time, it should be called a 'cigarette tube'..."

He was offering Musashi a cigarette.

However, Musashi simply pulled out one of the sticks, smelled it, and then promptly threw it away. He then picked up the bottle of sake and smelled the mouth of the bottle.

"Um……"

Musashi put the bottle back in its place and calmly said to the headquarters, "I don't smoke anything except the one you're holding, and I don't want any alcohol either."

Tokugawa blinked, looking completely puzzled.

Musashi, however, had already noticed, "Judging from the smell, it should be pufferfish poison, right? Not only cigarettes, but even the liquor bottles are coated with it."

"You even poisoned me, Headquarters?"

"..."

The onlookers were taken aback by what they heard.

The plan has been exposed...!!

Moreover, Musashi not only knows how to guard against poisoning by headquarters, but he even knows the types of poison!

"..."

But when everyone looked at headquarters, they saw that the headquarters' expression had not changed at all, and even seemed relieved as if they had expected this.

That's true. If you can't do that, then you can't be called "unparalleled in the world"!

"Really..."

The headquarters complained helplessly, "The skills I painstakingly mastered were so easily seen through by you."

Musashi, however, remained calm and said, "That won't work for me."

"Do not."

The headquarters, however, is saying something else entirely: "My experience, my past, everything about me, has finally come to light."

The next moment—

"puff!"

The head of the unit puffed out his cheeks and exhaled sharply, sending the cigarette smoke flying towards Musashi.

Musashi raised his left hand, easily catching the burning cigarette between his index finger and thumb, and then took a puff himself.

"Phew...good cigarette."

Musashi, a cigarette between his fingers, said leisurely, "Headquarters, let's consider this cigarette as our starting signal..."

Snapped!

Before he finished speaking, Musashi held out his cigarette and aimed it at the right eye of the commander, launching a sneak attack.

What they mean by starting a war is clearly a response to the attack on my eyes earlier!

Musashi's despicable nature remains unchanged.

Even as he flicked the cigarette butt, an invisible sword flashed in Musashi's hand, ready to strike the headquarters at the same time!

Their movements were so fluid that even bystanders couldn't tell which came first or which came last!

But at the same time... no.

Even earlier, the instant Musashi uttered the word "smoke signal," the headquarters had already moved, swinging a sake bottle in its right hand and smashing it towards Musashi's head.

Bang!

The bottle hit Musashi on the left cheek and exploded at his jaw.

This time, compared to their previous dealings with Wu Lei'an, the headquarters went even further, simply grabbing the broken glass neck and using it as a sharp blade to slash it.

Swish!

In an instant, Musashi's left cheek was slashed open, leaving a horrifying ten-centimeter-long wound from which blood gushed.

But that's not all!

The commander grabbed the cigarette box tin with his left hand and then smashed it hard against Musashi's face, sending Musashi flying backward and crashing to the ground.

shuh...

Taking advantage of the moment, the head of the unit pulled out two smoke bombs from his pocket and threw them hard at Musashi.

puff!

With two loud explosions, Musashi was engulfed by thick smoke and could no longer be seen.

The commander then pulled out a new weapon from his pocket.

It is a traditional chain weapon made by connecting two weights at both ends with an iron chain – the Copper Lock!

Whoosh!

The commander threw the weight out, smashing it into the white smoke in front of him. Then, as if it had been tied to something, he pulled it outwards with a sudden force.

Whoa!

Something that was locked in copper was pulled out!

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized it was a sheathed sword, which the headquarters had used a lock to remotely retrieve and pull into his hand.

A knife? When did it arrive?!

No one had time to react.

After all, before the fight began, Musashi was empty-handed, with only his semi-transparent, invisible twin swords vaguely visible.

But in this very exchange, the headquarters managed to snatch a "real sword" from Musashi's hands!

Is this a hallucination?

Or did Musashi secretly hide a sword?

Or perhaps Musashi was genuinely carrying a real sword, but everyone was misled by his seemingly real sword and thought he was empty-handed.

"..."

No one knows the answer.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that after Honbu Izo's series of surprise attacks, he did indeed successfully capture Musashi's real sword!

Did they really get it so easily?

Those were the swords he regarded as his "life"!

"..."

The headquarters seemed lost in thought, but simply stood quietly, waiting for the smoke and dust in front of them to dissipate.

"Cough cough! Cough cough..."

As the thick smoke dissipated, Musashi, who was coughing incessantly, gradually revealed himself.

"Phew! A smoke grenade? I haven't smelled this in ages..."

Musashi muttered to himself, then stood on tiptoe to feel his ankle. "Achilles tendon? Hmm, I've learned that, but it's nothing serious."

A bloody wound was clearly visible on his left cheek.

But Musashi didn't care at all, and even smiled a little, "So, Headquarters, how do you plan to repay this wound you left on my face?"

"..."

The headquarters did not respond.

He weighed the real sword in his hand, then repeatedly examined Musashi's stance, and exclaimed, "Truly impressive. Even with the real sword out of your hand, your attack range still far exceeds mine."

"So, here you go."