Super Fighting Tokyo.

The first floor is filled with shipping containers of all sizes.

When the two looked up, they saw a platform in the warehouse, located near the second or third floor level.

The platform has gathered a lot of people, but they are not one group, but two... no, three parties!

First, it is a criminal organization formed by the alliance of IDEAL, the Insect Organization, and TEPCO;

The leader of IDEAL, Vincent Laro, and the chairman of TEPCO, Katsumasa Hayami, were both present, along with two representatives from the Insect Organization.

Secondly, there was a group of four people, all of whom Shiramu Cheng happened to know.

[The Man of the Divine Realm] Shigeru Akagi, [The Liar] Baku Madarame, the master of boxing "Galo", and Baku Madarame's little follower "Takaomi Kaji".

As for the third party, they were several people dressed in black suits, who were the impartial members of the "Gambler Organization".

The leader is also Shiraki Cheng's old friend - [Notary No. 2] Yoruhime Koichi.

"..."

These long-lost old friends are mostly involved in the "gambling" of the underworld.

At this moment, there was indeed a bunch of strange machines on the platform, seemingly engaged in a special gambling game, which was suddenly interrupted by an intruder.

"...?"

Upon seeing Shiraki Jo and Miyamoto Musashi suddenly intrude, everyone on the platform blinked, and most of them looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Whoa...?!"

Bai Mucheng raised an eyebrow and waved to his friends.

But how can anyone respond to that?

No one spoke first.

However, the white-haired, somewhat thin-looking "Lie Eater" Baku was the first to seize the opportunity.

Taking advantage of his position at the very back, he raised his hand and gestured to Shiraki Cheng.

Since Shiraki Cheng already understood the logic behind this group's actions, he could roughly guess what Madarame Baku meant.

It's likely that the "Lie Eater" Baku Madarame orchestrated a bet with the criminal organizations, with Gara and Kaji Takaomi accompanying him.

Baku probably made a little effort, pulling in the idle "person of the divine realm," Shigeru Akagi.

The notarization of the gambling was entrusted to a neutral gambling organization.

Judging from the gestures of the Baku, the gambling game was at its climax, and the Baku had calculated everything and was full of confidence.

"..."

Shiraki Cheng certainly wouldn't disturb his friend's amusing antics.

At the same time, he realized that it was the Baku's side that was pressing him step by step, forcing criminal organizations such as IDEAL to change their plans and try to introduce "outside factors".

If necessary, IDEAL doesn't mind flipping the table.

But as a modern criminal organization, they did not expect that Miyamoto Musashi, this "outsider," would be so fierce, even "terrifying"!

"..."

Meanwhile, the notaries of the gambling organization on the high platform were also watching Miyamoto Musashi.

The first leader of the gambling organization was active more than four hundred years ago—during the time of Oda Nobunaga, which predates Musashi's existence.

In other words, the history of the gambling organization overlaps with that of Miyamoto Musashi!

This is why the notaries of the gambling organization have a deeper understanding of the significance of Miyamoto Musashi's title of "Peerless Under Heaven" than ordinary people!

"Well……"

Ye Xingfei Gu Yi's expression was unfriendly.

If Miyamoto Musashi really tries to interfere with this betting game, the gambling organization will suffer heavy casualties, after all, the difference in "level" is too great!

At that moment, the old gentleman walking at night suddenly noticed Shiramu Cheng gesturing wildly.

Ye Xing: "...?"

He doesn't understand.

Fortunately, Baku behind us reminded us, "What Xiao Cheng means is that he and Musashi are here to fight, and we shouldn't interfere."

Ye Xing was taken aback. "Lord Baku, how did you figure that out?"

Baku's brows furrowed, as if he were forcing himself to explain, "Try to think of it this way. If I'm wrong, we're all going to die today."

Ye Xing shrugged helplessly, recognizing the mocking tone of the spotted tapir.

The old gentleman knew very well that Shiraki Cheng, who had suddenly barged in, had come as a "fighter" to clashed with the criminal organization, and had nothing to do with tonight's betting game.

The key question is... what about Miyamoto Musashi?

……

……

First floor.

Swish!

A gunman suddenly rushed out from the side of the container, attempting to fire his gun and ambush Shiraki and Musashi.

The next moment—

Whoosh!

Bai Mucheng quickly stepped forward, thrusting out the heel of his left hand and striking the mercenary in the chest, causing him to scream and fly backward.

【Jamie O Drunkenly Strolling】!

Boom!

The mercenary crashed into the container, coughed up blood, rolled his eyes, and collapsed unconscious.

Ordinary mercenaries couldn't withstand even a single blow from Bai Mucheng's attacks, and it was impossible to tell whether they were dead or alive.

"Oh……"

Seeing this, Musashi smiled and exclaimed, "Your way of generating power is similar to Retsu Kaioh, Shiraki, so you really know martial arts!"

Bai Mucheng flicked his wrist. "This is called Drunken Fist. It's my master's signature move. Lie Haiwang knows it, but he doesn't use it often."

Musashi nodded in understanding.

Shiraki Cheng keenly noticed that Musashi had a faint smile on his face at this moment, and he was clearly in a very good mood.

Although Musashi was happy to fight without restraint, even Shiraki was somewhat surprised by the extent of his "happiness".

why?

"..."

Bai Mucheng hadn't had a chance to ask yet.

From the high platform, the chairman of TEPCO, Katsumasa Hayami, shouted loudly at Musashi:

"Mr. Miyamoto, you should have received my letter by now!"

"Please reconsider. I will provide you with everything you desire! Whether it's gold, beautiful women, fame, or even combat!"

"..."

Hearing Hayami's words, Musashi raised his head, his lips pursed, looking quite bored.

"No need."

"You're nothing but a bunch of rats, so don't even dream of getting ahead. As for your so-called 'battle,' that's even more laughable."

Musashi calmly criticized, "Your group's fighting isn't 'fair and square' enough."

Upon hearing this, not only the group on the high platform, but even Shiraki was taken aback, never expecting Musashi to say such a thing.

Not upright enough?

That Miyamoto Musashi—who used countless psychological tactics, threats, and schemes against his opponents—actually said that others weren't "upright and honorable" enough?

This legendary foul-breaking maniac would actually say that!?

"...What? Don't you understand?"

Musashi patted his belt and smiled, "It's alright, I won't run away or hide. If you want to argue, then bring it on."

Suddenly, Musashi caught a glimpse of Shiraki's gaze and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hmph, as expected, Shiraki, you are the first to understand me, others are not."

"..."

Bai Mucheng paused for a moment, but did not refute it, because he did understand.

Miyamoto Musashi was indeed "upright and honorable".

This point is easily misunderstood.

I was stunned by the gaze that came straight at me from those eyes that seemed so far removed from the mundane world;

I was captivated by that cold gaze—a gaze that seemed to refuse to communicate with others.

Their eyes were blinded by that overly lofty and unrealistic martial arts;

That different-dimensional "combat power" and that overly refined "aura" can easily deceive others and cause them to make misjudgments.

"I see……"

Bai Mucheng nodded and explained in a deep voice:

"It's not about 'fighting fairly and squarely,' but in terms of 'fighting fairly and squarely,' Miyamoto Musashi is unparalleled!"

“In a sense, neither you, I—nor all modern people can compare to him.”

"This may be the complete form of 'battle'."

Chapter 692 The Sword is Drawn!