Super Fighting Tokyo.

Meanwhile, inside the building.

Bai Mucheng stayed behind to arrest people and gather information.

Miyamoto Musashi, on the other hand, went upstairs first, broke through the fourth-floor door, and stepped into the dimly lit corridor.

despair!

It is worth noting that Musashi had already closed his left eye while going upstairs, and the moment he realized the corridor was dark, he closed his right eye and opened his left.

In this way, your vision can adjust to the darkness instantly!

"—!"

In an instant, Musashi sensed the "intention" not far from the corridor, and suddenly pushed off the ground to dodge, using a nearby concrete pillar for cover.

Bang bang bang!

Gunshots rang out, but no one was hit; they only left bullet marks on the door frame.

Very accurate...

How could it achieve such accuracy in such a dimly lit environment?

Musashi pursed his lips.

Hmm, he's good enough to be my opponent.

His eyes reopened, and his tiger-like eyes remained calm as ever.

Everyone, don't let me down!!

despair.

With a soft thud, Musashi pushed off with his left foot, propelling his body forward to the right, scanning the terrain along the way, and then sprinting in a zigzag pattern.

Whoosh whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, Musashi rushed into the depths of the corridor.

Looking in that direction, you can see another open warehouse, filled with various large machines or steel bars lying haphazardly.

A large number of mercenaries, numbering in the dozens, were on high alert and waiting there.

However, just as they noticed Miyamoto Musashi charging towards them and were about to raise his gun to aim, Musashi's figure suddenly flickered and disappeared.

They've disappeared...!?

"FUCK! Monster... He's hiding again, watch out!"

The leader was a foreigner with a scar on his face, from the IDEAL organization, who had also fought as a guerrilla in a turbulent small country in Africa.

He shouted sternly, "Everyone, scatter! Form a fan shape and surround him!"

"..."

But when the mercenaries looked closely, they couldn't see where Miyamoto Musashi was hiding from any angle.

"Gone...?"

Some people who witnessed the horrific scene downstairs were already quite frightened, and now they were even more terrified.

Scarface, holding an AK rifle, repeatedly recalled Musashi's movements in his mind. Combining this with the surrounding terrain, he suddenly woke up and looked up.

"He jumped onto the ceiling pipes...?"

"Quickly check the top of your head, and open fire as soon as you find anything!"

After he finished speaking, Scarface suddenly realized that the team members in front of him not only did not look up to check, but were even staring blankly at him.

Scarface was puzzled.

The team member raised his finger tremblingly, "That...that..."

He pointed behind Scarface and asked in astonishment, "Boss, who's behind you...?"

A single sentence was uttered.

Scarface was startled to realize that he felt a certain "temperature" coming from behind him, along with a creepy "gaze" that made him stiffen.

"Ah~~~~?"

There's someone behind him!

For a moment, Scarface hesitated whether to turn around.

Every time he turned around, the image of him being cleaved in two flashed through Scarface's mind, sending chills down his spine.

But Scarface had no time to control himself and instinctively turned his head away.

really--

It is Miyamoto Musashi.

Scarface met his eyes.

Immediately, the "image" that flashed through Scarface's mind became reality.

click!

Musashi drew his sword, stepped forward with his right leg, and pressed it between the scarred man's legs. At the same time, he gripped the nameless golden weight in his right hand and slashed down from above.

Whoosh!

The blade flashed coldly, slashing down from the scarred man's left cheek, tilting slightly to the right, across his waist, and out from his right thigh.

In an instant, Scarface's bulletproof vest ripped open with a "crack," and half of his head and body exploded with blood, spurting out a torrent of bright red blood.

puff!

The team members at the rear were sprayed with blood. In extreme fear and shock, they panicked and even dropped their rifles.

"Well?"

Musashi seemed somewhat surprised, flicking blood from his sword as he tilted his head and asked, "What? Didn't you say you'd open fire immediately after spotting me?"

The team members trembled all over and were unable to move.

Without a "leader" to command, the "soldiers" would naturally move a beat slower, and in Musashi's eyes, they would be no different from being still!

The other mercenaries, suddenly alerted, shouted:

"It's...it's appeared!!"

"It's Musashi!!"

An assassin positioned behind Musashi was about to raise his gun to fire when suddenly—

Whoosh!

Musashi pushed off the ground and turned around, swinging his sword in a horizontal slash from left to right, striking the assassin's upper arm and severing both arms along with the rifle.

"Waaaaaahh ...

Desperate screams, the sound of blood splattering, the sound of people falling to their knees, the sound of people retreating in terror, the sound of knives slapping blood...

A cacophony of voices.

The prelude to the tragedy has begun!

All of this happened within the 20... no, approximately 17 seconds that Shiramu Cheng walked up the iron stairs to the third floor and arrived at the fourth floor.

"..."

Shiraki went upstairs, looked around, and finally saw the flashing blades and heard the sounds of slashing and screams at the end of a corridor.

it has started……

Shiraki Sei was well aware of this.

To confront Miyamoto Musashi, one must inevitably face those challenges.

That's right, that's "killing intent"...

Miyamoto Musashi's moves and techniques were all aimed at "ending the opponent's life" in order to climb to the top and stand out from the crowd.

If you want to confront Miyamoto Musashi, you must understand the essence of this matter!

Bang.

Shiramu clenched his right fist and tried to swing it forward; with a "whoosh," it cut through the air.

Also, about myself—

The essence of the wave of killing intent.

"..."

Bai Mucheng shook his hand, walked along the corridor, turned and headed towards the warehouse, facing the cold glint of swords, screams and blood.

Tap, tap, pat...pat tap...

Bai Mucheng walked step by step on the paving stones, and after entering the warehouse, he stepped on the bright red bloodstains on the ground.

Looking around, one person had already been beheaded, and another had had both arms severed.

Even Shiraki Sei couldn't help but utter an absurd sigh:

The amount of blood in a human body is truly enormous...

The bleeding is extremely heavy!

Their blood splattered everywhere, turning into a rain of blood, and amidst their screams, a foul wind swept through, leaving the surrounding mercenaries stunned and trembling.

Only Miyamoto Musashi, the peerless warrior, stood firm amidst the bloodshed and carnage!

"..."

Shiraki Shiroki tried to understand this scene, to understand Miyamoto Musashi.

IDEAL and the Bug Organization are both wanted international criminal organizations that have committed numerous crimes, including those involving drugs and weapons.

As for the "DEP Group," it also caused many families to be ruined and destroyed in business competition.

Shiraki's friend—the [Umibozu] Horyoshige—and his beloved port fishing village were almost seized by TEPCO.

--above.

When faced with "terrorists" who endanger lives, we should confront them from both an "international legal" and "ethical" perspective.