Super Fighting Tokyo.

The mercenaries were startled and stopped in their tracks, but then they saw Musashi jump back half a step and deliberately create some distance between them.

"—?!"

The mercenaries were overjoyed and were about to draw their guns when they saw Musashi glance to the side.

Following Musashi's gaze, one could see Shiraki Sho swaying nearby, his right fist clenched at his waist.

—Mental strength!

The soul-level "exhaustion" caused Bai Mucheng's entire body to melt and dissipate, turning into invisible air and leaving behind illusory dark purple light and shadow in the night.

Boom!

Bai Mucheng's voice suddenly solidified. He pushed off the ground and charged forward, combining the power he had gathered in his arms with an extremely fast punch.

[Edge's Spiritual Power Punch]!

Boom! ...

In an instant, Bai Mucheng's figure flashed by, like a high-speed train, smashing the mercenaries apart.

Splash!

The mercenaries were sent flying in all directions, blood spurting from their mouths and noses, their joints twisted, and countless bones broken. They tumbled several times before finally landing.

Thump thump thump...

When the last person landed, including those who had been cut down by Musashi earlier, the ground was covered with mercenaries and their blood.

"call……"

Bai Mucheng stood firm and exhaled. After unleashing a powerful mental punch, he suddenly felt an extremely pleasant sensation of being in a great state.

"In the mountains and factories, mercenaries were scattered everywhere."

"Striding boldly into the enemy camp, how exhilarating!"

Shiraki looked back at Musashi, "—How was it?"

Musashi stared wide-eyed and tilted his head. "Haiku?"

"Very clumsy!"

Musashi bluntly commented, "Shiraki, you're not very learned, are you? This haiku is terrible, even worse than a child's."

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiramu Cheng: "Hahahaha!"

Shiraki Cheng grinned, and even Musashi was amused. Stepping on the blood, he laughed heartily and walked forward to join Shiraki Cheng.

The two men, beaming with joy, emerged from among the mercenaries lying on the ground.

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

The two walked quickly to a van.

The next moment—

boom!

The two men simultaneously pushed off the ground and rammed forward, smashing the car door with their shoulders and flipping the van forward, hitting the people who were lying in ambush behind it.

Boom!

Splash...

The carriage crashed into the mud and slid forward a short distance, instantly raising clouds of dust.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shiraki and Musashi continued their charge, penetrating deep into the factory complex and using its complex terrain as cover.

"Hum..."

Musashi smiled, pursing his lips.

On the one hand, the more I think about Shiraki's level of education, the more amusing it becomes.

On the other hand, I felt that although Shiraki Shō's haiku was terrible, he made one right point—

Alas! I strode into the enemy camp...

How delightful!

Chapter 691 A Fair and Upright Battle

Squeak squeak squeak~~~~

The large van was rammed by the two men, causing it to overturn and sending dust billowing up.

The mercenaries who came to provide support were all armed, but they couldn't see the enemy's location at all, so they dared not fire indiscriminately.

Of course, being members of a criminal organization, they naturally include some reckless individuals who disregard the consequences.

A burly man, holding a rifle, didn't care whether those around him had time to dodge. He aimed at the smoke and dust in front of him and was about to pull the trigger to fire.

despair!

The first bullet had just been fired, and in the next instant—

Swish!

A left hand, seemingly clenched, suddenly burst forth from the smoke and dust, wielding a semi-transparent, invisible sword that slashed down from above.

It's Miyamoto Musashi!

Whoosh!

In an instant, the burly man froze, feeling as if he had been cut in two, his hands holding the gun were severed into several pieces, and even his fingers fell to the ground.

"...!?"

Before he could even react, Musashi grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the dust.

Whoa!

How terrifying was Musashi's grip strength?

Even without intentional intent, the burly man's wrist was almost crushed, and he was swung around and crashed heavily into the roof of the overturned van.

"Well……"

As his remaining strength waned, the burly man crashed to the ground in agony.

suddenly--

Ode!

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Bai Mucheng pushed off the ground and sprinted forward, sliding to the front. He then planted his right foot on the ground and kicked forward with his left leg, slamming it into the strong man's entire body.

Chun-Li's Hundred-Crack Legs!

Bang bang bang bang bang-! ! !

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and the entire roof of the van was kicked out of shape, while the entire vehicle frame gradually twisted.

Finally, the smoke and dust began to settle.

The mercenaries around looked closely and saw that only a wrecked van remained in the spot.

Embedded in the roof of the car was a burly man with severely deformed joints and multiple open fractures; even his jaw had been kicked and his tongue was hanging down.

Blood splattered everywhere, exploding like fireworks!

"...!"

The mercenaries couldn't help but shiver, feeling terrified.

Because at this point, Shiraki Shō and Miyamoto Musashi had already disappeared without a trace, and to this day, Musashi still hasn't drawn his sword!

"Where...where did it go?"

"careful!"

"Don't point your gun at people!"

Where are the two of them?!

"..."

The mercenaries and assassins, who were originally a cooperative group of three forces, were now in complete chaos, and they were all feeling increasingly panicked.

The tattooed man who was leading the group was unconscious, and even the burly man who was brave enough to be brave was dead. As a result, no one dared to step forward anymore!

Suddenly—

Bang!

A muffled thud came from the direction of the building in the distance.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Shiraki and Musashi rushing to the front of the building. The former kicked and the latter struck with his palm, smashing open the iron door on the first floor.

The mercenaries didn't have time to aim; they could only watch in astonishment as the two men barged in, too afraid to follow.

They suffered heavy casualties in a direct confrontation, and now that they have lost their leader, recklessly pursuing them would be suicidal!

It was suppressed...

On the psychological level of the battle, the mercenaries on the outside were completely suppressed!

……

……

Clang!

As the door on the first floor was smashed open, Shiraki and Musashi slipped inside, avoiding possible gunfire from behind, and quickly adjusted to the light inside the building.

Soon, the two of them could see the entire interior of the building.

This is not an ordinary residential building; the first, second, and third floors are a single unit with only the load-bearing columns remaining, making it look like a huge warehouse.