Super Fighting Tokyo.

Chapter 695 The African Mercenary's Premonition

The wall was damaged, and rubble and dust fell down with a "crash".

Blood flowed like a river on the ground, and it felt wet underfoot...

Only the crescent moon hung high in the sky, still pristine and beautiful, even after being admired by humankind for millions of years.

"Oh, what a beautiful moon."

Musashi sighed in admiration.

He then sniffed the smell on his arm and said helplessly, "Oh dear, it smells burnt. How embarrassing."

He patted his shirt, then swung the knife to flick the blood, causing the blood droplets to fall to the ground with a "plop plop" sound, and cleaned his beloved knife.

The man in sunglasses was cleaved in two, and exaggeratedly so, he was cut in half from the "side," his body split in two and lying in a pool of blood.

"..."

There were many onlookers, but no one dared to approach.

IDEAL, the Insect Organization, and the white suits of the TEPCO Group—this grand coalition of international criminal organizations—not a single one stepped forward.

……

……

On the high platform.

[Notary No. 2] Nightwalker Gu Yi, a bead of cold sweat trickling down her forehead, stared intently at the corpse of the man in sunglasses.

This experienced old gentleman certainly recognized that face.

[Guard] Jinghao o Zhuangna.

He is an urban legend.

Assassins in the underworld often go to great lengths to investigate whether their targets have signed a contract with the "guardian".

What makes Jonah so frightening is precisely his "method of protection".

Although he is a [Guardian], he will not protect the contractor; he will only act when the contractor is killed.

He will appear from the darkness the moment the contractor is killed, and place the "murderer's" corpse on top of the contractor's body.

Therefore, some people also call it the "Messenger of Death"!

Jonah's ideal is to stop the killing by signing a pact with "all mankind," thereby giving birth to true peace.

This absurd theory is based on Jonah's terrifying fighting prowess!

His martial arts skills are beyond question, but his exaggerated "eye muscle" enhancement has raised Zhuang Na's fighting power to a terrifying level!

Even in the talent-rich Gambling Club, no one is truly confident that they can defeat Zhuang Na in terms of fighting ability!

"In Jonah's eyes, who is at full power, even the bullets that are being fired would probably seem to be stationary."

Nightwalker Gu Yi whispered, "That kind of monster, it just......"

……

……

Known in the underworld for his title of "Guardian," "Kyoho-Shona" was killed right before everyone's eyes.

Moreover, it was "split in two from the side"!

"..."

At this point, even those who completely disbelieved the story of "Sword Master Miyamoto Musashi" could no longer doubt his fighting prowess.

This shocking fact terrified even the most ruthless members of criminal organizations, preventing them from taking another step forward!

That feeling was fundamentally different from that of Shiraki Sei, who was also a "monster"—and indeed from all modern forces!

"That's incredible."

Musashi grinned broadly, stretched out his arm, and held his beloved sword horizontally, watching the beautiful blade gleam in the moonlight.

He added, "Slicing a person in half from the side, it's incredible!"

It turns out that Musashi wasn't talking about the "sword," but rather his own "slash"!

After saying this, Musashi looked up at the moon again and continued to admire it.

At a time like this, after uttering such chilling words, he actually had the time to admire the moon...?!

Click...

Musashi sheathed his sword, his brows furrowed.

"So beautiful..."

He gradually pursed his lips and lowered his head, his mouth and eyelids curving uncontrollably into a ferocious smile, his hair also swaying.

"Hmph~~~~!"

His tone was as if he wanted to suck bones and drink blood, sending chills down one's spine.

"Such a beautiful moonlit night makes me want to go on a killing spree!"

"..."

These terrifying words startled the mercenaries in the front row, who immediately panicked and retreated in disarray, trembling uncontrollably.

Even those in the back row, though unable to see Miyamoto Musashi's face, were still infected by that fear.

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down, and no one dared to speak up anymore.

As a result, the momentum that had been restored was once again shattered!

"look--"

Musashi turned to Shiraki and explained, "An army without a 'leader' can no longer be called an 'army'."

"An army of a hundred men has no 'quantity' advantage if it has no commander."

"They're nothing but scattered soldiers—"

Before he could finish speaking...

It appears that Musashi is sharing his battlefield experience with Shiraki.

But just as he was about to finish speaking, Musashi suddenly collapsed, exhausted.

He lowered his body and used the resulting acceleration through his heels to generate power, lowering his center of gravity and striding forward.

Wow!

It wasn't a sprint, but rather some kind of outrageous stride, instantly closing in on the mercenaries at the front.

Click.

Musashi held the scabbard with his left hand, drew the sword with his right, then held it with both hands and slashed at the three men in front of him, striking the rifles in their hands.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of the blade striking metal was more like a roar!

When the three men in front of them finally reacted, they saw that the AK rifles in their hands had been broken into three pieces, with clean and neat cuts.

"~~~~~!?"

This terrifying strike went beyond the level of "frightening," even causing the mercenaries' astonishment to outweigh their fear.

"This... the gun was...!?"

The mercenaries forgot their fighting spirit and just stared at the broken gun barrel, staring at each other blankly, completely unable to understand what was happening before them.

"this."

Musashi suddenly raised his hand, gesturing to the corpse of the man in sunglasses on the ground, "This southern barbarian who poisoned me, may I ask his name...?"

One of the mercenaries answered instinctively, "Kyo...Kyoho-Zhuangna."

Musashi understood and nodded, saying, "Although it can't be called a duel, I have indeed learned something from it. Please give me a proper burial afterward."

"after……?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the surrounding mercenaries softened, and they suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Miyamoto Musashi said there was "afterwards," which means they might still be alive, right?

Once the one destined to lose realizes a way out, they will naturally choose to flee rather than continue fighting, thus greatly diminishing their morale.

Snapped!

Musashi slapped his waist and shouted sharply, "Scatter!!"

In an instant, the mercenaries on the first floor, who had lost their will to fight, staggered and made way, no longer daring to block Musashi and Shiraki's path.

"Humph……"

Musashi strode forward, his gaze still lingering on the "bandit leaders" on the high platform.

This sent a chill down the spines of everyone, not only the people from IDEAL and TEPCO, but also Baku Madarame and the gambling syndicate.

Even from a great distance, I could feel myself being slashed!

"..."

Musashi led the way, followed by Shiraki, as they walked toward the iron staircase in the distance, from which they could go straight up to the fourth floor and above.

The elevated platform is specially designed, and there is no direct way to reach it from the first floor, so you can only go around it from the upper floor.

Musashi walked forward calmly.

"Um……"

Just as Bai Mucheng was about to step onto the stairs, he suddenly raised two fingers and gently pressed them against the chin of a well-equipped mercenary next to him.

Occasionally, Shiraki would read magazines with Wu Fengshui and learn a lot about firearms from the girl.

Therefore, judging from the high cost of the weapons he carries, this mercenary is definitely not a low-level thug.

Bai Mucheng met his gaze, and the mercenary broke out in a cold sweat.