Super Fighting Tokyo.

All sorts of messy things were scattered haphazardly on the ground, creating an incredibly gruesome scene that chilled the hearts of all who witnessed it.

Cut the water off, shatter the water...

It's unbelievable that a fighter and a swordsman, both being "human," could actually do something like this!

"How is this possible..."

Nothing can stop them!

"Quickly create some distance!"

"Don't retreat! We'll be ambushed again!"

"..."

The mercenaries were in chaos and on the verge of scattering and fleeing when a captain from the Insect Organization stepped forward.

The captain raised his hand and punched the container next to him.

Boom!

The sound of the impact startled everyone, allowing the group to barely regroup, but none of them dared to step forward, and they could only hesitate about ten paces away.

"What's wrong……?"

Musashi stared at the group of mercenaries, his expression chillingly calm. "We've already come to your doorstep, yet you don't even dare to seek revenge?"

"I see."

As he spoke, Musashi smiled slightly and gestured to Shiraki beside him, "It seems they saw through me."

"...?"

Upon hearing this, the mercenaries who were locked in a stalemate couldn't help but raise questions.

Musashi calmly explained, "Even if you try your best, you can't win this battle. You've already seen through the difference in 'strength'."

Upon hearing this, the captain of the insect organization paused.

He sneered, ripped off his mask, revealing a series of gruesome scars on his face—clear bullet and blast wounds.

The fact that this captain survived such severe injuries suggests that his past was also extremely tragic.

"You can even cut and smash a high-pressure water pump, which shows how powerful your 'fists and swords' are. Destroying a human body is also a piece of cake."

"But don't forget, the modern world has never lacked killing either."

The captain lowered his body and said in a deep voice, "Most of the skilled fighters gathered here have served as mercenaries and have been active in war-torn countries."

"We've seen countless bullets, rockets, and tanks."

"Slaughter, executions, tyrants, cannibalism..."

“We’ve all seen things like this before!”

The captain pursed his lips, suppressing a bead of cold sweat, and forcibly steadied his team's morale.

"Modern fighters have never personally experienced this, and those from the Warring States period are no match for them!"

"Besides, this is our headquarters!"

The captain raised his hand in a gesture of greeting.

Faintly, one could hear a large number of footsteps coming from both inside and outside the building, presumably a large number of mercenaries arriving to provide assistance.

"The heroic deeds of Miyamoto Musashi are still widely known in modern times. I heard that you once fought against dozens of people all by yourself."

"But that's just an ancient 'story'."

The captain raised his head slightly. "The reality is that the troops and firepower we have gathered here are enough to overthrow a small African country."

"Murder is nothing to us; it doesn't scare us."

"What do the swordsmen and fighters plan to do about this?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng stands with his left hand in front and his right hand behind, his left hand outstretched and pressed forward, his right fist clenched close to his ribs, maintaining the side stance, and looking forward.

—We must fight!

Moreover, the masters all agreed with this.

That's how a fighter should be.

When the life of a loved one is threatened with illegal harm...

When someone who is completely vulnerable is unilaterally subjected to violence...

And, in the face of "terrorist attacks" by criminal organizations.

You must use all the moves you normally can't freely use with your friends, moves that most people can't handle—without reservation.

—This is the right way to play!

At the same time, Musashi couldn't help but laugh.

"Hum..."

He noticed Bai Mucheng's movements and then looked at the group of hesitant mercenaries.

“From this moment on, all of you have remained completely still.”

Musashi sneered, "You keep saying that your forces are enough to destroy a country, but when faced with 'two' opponents, it was Shiraki who made the first move."

“None of you dare to move.”

"Is it composure?"

"Or are you ashamed that you can't fight the two of us without so many 'advantages'?"

"Or perhaps..."

"Even with superior numbers and firearms at your disposal, you still can't win this battle—is it this kind of 'weakness mentality' at play?"

"you--"

Musashi gripped his scabbard with his left hand and suddenly roared, "Which kind of people are you—!!!"

Its sound was so loud that even the blood and water beneath everyone's feet rippled.

~~~~！！

The answer is "roaring technique"!

That was a military strategy recorded in the Book of Five Rings, which used a powerful roar to intimidate the enemy at the right moment.

People always have moments of fear and unease, and are easily intimidated by unexpected events.

Musashi's actions at this moment are based on this principle.

And the effect was indeed surprisingly good.

Most of the mercenaries were so frightened by the shouts that they didn't dare to move. Their previously regained morale was on the verge of collapse, as if they were about to flee at any moment.

And at that very moment—

boom!

With a muffled thud, the captain who had been speaking suddenly rushed out.

But upon closer inspection, the captain's movements were clearly strange. Instead of stepping forward, he was gliding with his back straight, as if he were being lifted up by someone.

It turns out that someone was using the captain as a "human shield," charging forward while shielding him to cover their own actions!

"...!"

Bai Mucheng pushed off the ground with his right foot, preparing to charge forward and counterattack.

But the person behind the captain suddenly pushed with his palm, sending the captain flying and making him pounce towards Bai Mucheng.

Ode!

Bai Mucheng stepped forward with his left foot and struck straight with his right fist.

[Battle Aura Bursts Out with Shock!]

boom!

The captain was shot in the abdomen, screamed in agony, coughed up blood, and flew backward.

Thus, Shiraki Seiya finally saw clearly that the person hiding behind the captain was a well-built white man wearing sunglasses.

The man in sunglasses was holding a modified "stun gun".

A stun gun is a high-voltage electric gun, and is generally a non-lethal weapon.

It can launch a 6.3-meter cable using air pressure, and its pointed spiked bullets can penetrate five centimeters of clothing and release 50,000 volts of voltage.

Holding down the trigger will continuously release an electric current until the opponent is completely subdued.

The man in sunglasses was using a modified stun gun, which extended the 6.3-meter cable to ten meters and increased the voltage to 500,000 volts.

—This level of weaponry is already considered lethal!

"—!"

The man in sunglasses raised his gun, but instead of aiming at Shiraki, he used the opportunity to close the distance between them while simultaneously aiming his gun at Musashi.

boom!

The man in sunglasses pulled the trigger, and two spiked bullets flew out instantly, heading straight for Musashi's chest.

With Miyamoto Musashi's dynamic vision, he could easily see what the bullet flying towards him looked like.

Therefore, Musashi is very strange.

Its flight speed was not as fast as that of a musket, its power was not strong, and it even had a "string" attached to the end of the bullet, which greatly limited its attack range.

Is it a dart? A kusarigama? A kusarigama? Or...?

"...!"

With a sense of doubt, Musashi neither dodged nor avoided the stun gun's spiked bullets, letting them strike him and pierce his chest skin.

Click!

The man in sunglasses pulled the trigger.