Super Fighting Tokyo.

Shiraki and Musashi didn't care and let them be.

Musashi even looked up with great interest and carefully examined the tall building in the park.

Bai Mucheng laughed and said, "Modern architecture, isn't it amazing?"

Musashi nodded frankly, "To say whether it's big or not, it is indeed big—"

He changed the subject and looked at the tall building, saying, "However, although it looks like a 'fortress,' its center of gravity is entirely on the four lines."

"That is, the pillars at the four corners of the house."

"No matter how huge this building is, as long as the four pillars at the 'top' are destroyed..."

Musashi pondered seriously and said:

"I'm afraid the head will fall to the shoulders first, and the shoulders, unable to withstand the impact, will fall directly to the chest..."

"The chest falls to the abdomen, the abdomen falls to the waist, and the waist falls to the feet."

"The entire tall building will collapse layer by layer because it cannot bear its own weight, and the collapse will not stop."

Finally—it crashed heavily to the ground and shattered into pieces!

"..."

Bai Mucheng listened quietly.

These remarks are quite startling, and at first glance, they even seem somewhat insulting to modern architecture, but upon closer analysis, they do make some sense.

After all, the phenomenon of high-rise buildings collapsing vertically from top to bottom had already been partially verified during the 9/11 attacks.

"Hum..."

Musashi raised his hand and gestured, then smiled smugly:

"Whether it's a tall building or a group of bandits, this principle can be applied to their demise."

"—This is the art of war!"

Musashi swung his hand blade.

"But if I really go and 'slay the tower' like that, my beloved sword 'Nameless Golden Heavy' will inevitably be severely damaged and unable to escape its fate, right?"

"So... I guess I should go in and take a look."

Musashi, his brows furrowed, strode forward.

Shiramu Chengze walked alongside him to the iron gate of the park, then kicked the iron gate chain with a "crack".

Splash splash splash splash...

The two iron gates were lifted open, one on the left and one on the right.

At the same time, more than twenty mercenaries had gathered from all over the park, each carrying cold and hot weapons, and stood in front of the two intruders.

"..."

Bai Mucheng looked up.

Among them were assassins from IDEAL, mercenaries from the Bug Organization, and even some people in white suits from the Tokyo Electric Power Company.

IDEAL, Insect Organization, TEPCO—

The three forces have converged in one place and are now entrenched in this factory park.

The first to step forward to negotiate was a mercenary from an insect organization, who had a centipede tattooed on his face.

"Ugh...!"

The tattooed man stepped forward and faced the two intruders. He felt that the space around the two men was distorting, and he couldn't help but marvel.

"Wow, that's impressive. I've been fighting on foreign battlefields for many years, and this is the first time I've seen such a powerful and formidable expert."

"..."

Bai Mucheng looked at the tattooed man, raised an eyebrow, and sighed, "With so many people gathered here, what are you plotting in secret?"

The tattooed man, with his hands in his pockets and tilting his head, said, "Bai Mucheng, now is not the time to argue with you. We have no need to answer you."

After saying that, the tattooed man ignored Shiraki and turned to look at Musashi beside him.

"Mr. Miyamoto, what have you thought about our previous invitation?"

Please consider this carefully.

The tattooed man said in a deep voice, "Whether it's money or beautiful women, we have the ability to provide them for you, and we can also help you rise to the top in the underworld."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Musashi suddenly lowered his head, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

He pulled the letter from his pocket, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it away, making no attempt to hide the sarcasm and mockery on his face.

"Extremely rude."

Musashi looked at the criminal organization members in front of him, "Kill people, and climb the ranks until you stand out from the crowd—that's the way to survive."

"Gold, beautiful women, fine wine, fame... all these are part of getting ahead, and they will naturally belong to me."

"You regard this as a favor to me, Musashi?"

"If your goal was to provoke me, then you have succeeded."

"..."

Musashi's voice grew increasingly cold.

But this was exactly what the tattooed man had expected.

Rather, when Shiraki and Miyamoto Musashi arrived together, the criminal organizations gathered there were already preparing for war.

It doesn't matter if we can't recruit Miyamoto Musashi.

After all, today's "live-streamed air kill" incident has made Miyamoto Musashi known to the public and caused a huge uproar in the underworld.

If we can kill Miyamoto Musashi, it will also prove our own martial prowess and bring huge benefits to the organization!

"As expected, you still want to rely on those two knives at your waist to solve the problem..."

The tattooed man sighed. "But then you won't be able to leave so easily, will you?"

"..."

"……hehe!"

Musashi grinned maliciously. "I'd like to ask you the opposite: do you think you can leave so easily now?"

As he spoke, Musashi's fighting spirit surged, burning like an invisible raging flame!

The tattooed man stood ready, warning, "We've also prepared 'long-range weapons,' and we'll open fire if the fighting starts."

Musashi's hair was already standing on end as he squinted and mocked, "Modern muskets? You'd better be able to aim accurately."

Before the words had even finished—

Swish!

Everyone moved.

The mercenaries at the door retreated, while those in the back immediately drew their pistols and tried to aim.

At the same time, Shiraki and Musashi strode forward, leaving two afterimages in the night, and rushed into the crowd even faster.

Ode!

Bai Mucheng took a sidestep and pushed off the ground with his back foot to perform a "Battle Aura Charge".

Musashi's movements were even more exaggerated. He lowered his center of gravity to the lowest point and stretched out his arms like a tiger pouncing on its prey, getting close to the tattooed man.

Whoosh!

Musashi struck the tattooed man's left eye with the knuckle of his right index finger, and with a "pop" sound, blood splattered out.

The tattooed man's eyeball was shattered!

"Um...!"

He groaned in pain, covered his eyes and staggered backward, but suddenly lost his balance.

It turned out that Bai Mucheng had grabbed his arm, spun him around in a circle, and then hurled him forward, knocking down four or five people.

[Chun-Li attacks the tiger!]

Whoosh!

The mercenaries' formation was broken up, and the few who had guns didn't even have time to aim because Shiraki and Musashi kept moving!

"—!?"

Five or six mercenaries sensed that something was wrong.

They decisively adjusted their tactics, abandoning the pistols that were prone to accidental injury, and instead used daggers or stun guns, choosing to simultaneously surround and attack Musashi.

At that moment, Musashi was indeed surrounded by five or six people.

But just as the mercenaries were about to pounce, they found that their comrade had suddenly appeared "in front of" them, becoming an "obstacle"!

Finally, when it was his turn to act, only the swordsman Miyamoto Musashi and himself remained...

This is "footwork".

By adjusting footwork, one can cause the opponents surrounding them to interfere with each other, ultimately achieving the goal of "fighting against many with one's own strength".

—This is the "military strategy" used in battle!

Swish!

Musashi pushed off the ground and twisted his waist, wielding an invisible sword in both hands, and swiftly attacked the surrounding area, precisely slicing the necks of the mercenaries with the invisible blade.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

In an instant, the mercenaries felt their heads fall to the ground, and they all collapsed and lost their senses.

Even worse, some were accidentally injured by each other, their wrists or ankles slashed by daggers, falling to the ground and splattering blood everywhere – a truly gruesome scene.

"..."

After Musashi finished his strike, he casually swung his sword in the air, the motion resembling the shaking of blood.