Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Really..."

Looking at Shiraki Cheng, whose eyelids were drooping, who was visibly exhausted, and whose body was even trembling, Rito sighed helplessly:

Just how strong is the "me" that Shiraki is facing, as imagined?

"..."

……

The sparring session ended about half an hour later.

Li Ren went to do weight training, while Shiramu Cheng stretched his body in the courtyard.

At this moment, another guest arrived.

It was none other than [Champion] Baki Hanma.

He stayed at Dubu's house and ate a bowl of egg noodles made by Dubu's wife, "Aunt Xia Hui," before strolling to the Douhun Martial Arts Hall.

"Brother Bai Mu, although you were very busy last night, you look very energetic!"

Looking at Shiraki Sho, who was stretching his thighs, Baki smiled faintly and said, "It's about to begin after all—Shiraki Sho VS Miyamoto Musashi."

Bai Mucheng continued stretching, casually saying, "Yes, after all, we had already made an appointment beforehand."

Baki looked up at the sky and said, "Brother Shiraki has quite the appetite, actually enjoying that 'cream cake castle' so much."

Shiramu Cheng blinked. "...What?"

"It's just my imagination!"

Baki leaned against the wall and said leisurely, "When I look at Miyamoto Musashi, I sometimes see a sweet, creamy castle in him."

"In short..."

Baki said seriously, "The battle is about to begin. It's against that 'Peerless Under Heaven'."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng lowered his brows and said slowly, "If you want to know 'what it means to be powerful,' you must start by traveling the streets."

"This is what one of my mentors taught me—"

“You will always encounter interesting things during your travels and spiritual practice.”

"The things created by people who grow up in different environments..."

"Food, music, art, relics, architecture, objects, and different values."

"Of course, there's also martial arts!"

"After encountering these things, travelers can't help but feel that there are really many people in this world who are working hard for their careers."

"The answer to 'what is strength' lies within it."

"so……"

Shiraki stopped, looked at Baki, and said seriously, "That's why I can't give up questioning Miyamoto Musashi!"

Baki listened to what Shiraki said, but he was still curious:

"In this world, it is no longer possible to gain fame by killing people. Miyamoto Musashi must know this as well."

"So where will this battle ultimately lead...?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng thought for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "Where to go—the result, the result is not important."

“This battle was destined to happen, and it is a ‘response’ to my existence as well as to Shiraki and Miyamoto Musashi.”

……

……

Metropolitan Police Department Headquarters, conference room.

Many high-ranking officials and dignitaries gathered, including Superintendent General Masaharu Take, the Minister of Defense, the Chief of Staff of the Ground Self-Defense Force, and the Commissioner General of the Metropolitan Police Department, among others.

In addition, it also includes Tokugawa Mitsunari, the "President of the Kengan Association" Katahara Metsudo, and the "US Army Representative" Captain Stray.

"Everyone..."

Zhu Yachun spoke first, saying in a deep voice, "You may have all heard the definition of 'arm wrestlers,' but I still want to say it again."

"Imagine a member of Congress, a cartoonist, a pianist, a novelist, a rock singer, a soldier..."

"If these people were born with the arm strength of Yujiro Hanma, the strongest creature on earth, anyone could achieve their dreams with just that arm strength."

"—Anyone can become an Ogre, any profession is just a substitute for an 'arm wrestler'!"

"This seemingly absurd thing is actually perfectly reasonable."

Zhu Yachun clenched her fists.

"Now, I'll be frank: the resurrected 'Peerless Warrior'—Miyamoto Musashi—may become the second arm wrestler after Yujiro Hanma!"

"Even if we knew, there was nothing we could do..."

Zhu Yachun took a deep breath, "But at the same time, there are still people who want to fight against him, and no one can stop them."

"Gentlemen, what should we do now...?"

"..."

At this moment, all the high-ranking officials and dignitaries could only lower their heads and ponder.

At this moment, Captain Strei, the "US military representative," raised his hand and gave the well-known answer: "How to do it... we've already done it once, haven't we?"

The group paused for a moment, then could only nod in agreement.

They had indeed done something similar before, in that "battle of the strongest father and son on earth".

All they can do is refrain from interfering when the battle begins and do their utmost to protect the safety of those around them!

"Well……"

People either crossed their arms or rubbed their temples, finally sighing helplessly.

"As expected, we'll have to do it again~~~~!"

Chapter 700 That's the person I want to become!

Another day has passed.

The next day.

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, with an open-air training arena inside the courtyard.

Bai Mucheng stood alone, barefoot and naked.

The bloodstains on him from that night had long been washed away, and his clothes had been changed, so there was no smell left.

But at the same time, the lingering effects of the "wave of killing intent" continued to churn in Bai Mucheng's mind.

That's not bad either...

Shiraki thought to himself.

He moved his feet slowly on the sandy ground, stood with his left hand in front and his right hand behind him, his left hand outstretched and pressed down, and his right fist clenched to protect his ribs.

Assume this posture, align your body with the rhythm of your breathing, and make slight movements until a thin layer of sweat appears all over your body.

"call……"

A warm current emanated from his mouth.

In a daze, Shiramu Cheng could hear whispers of "waves of killing intent".

Let everything perish...

That is “killing intent”.

All techniques and training, all battles and strength, ultimately point to the result of "ending the life of the first opponent".

The fist forged from the surge of killing intent exists solely for deadly destructive power!

If you want to stand up to Miyamoto Musashi, you have to do at least this.

Yes...that's right...

However, that's not the only answer; Shiramu Cheng can choose again!

"..."

Bai Mucheng's eyes were fixed straight ahead, and his vision was filled with a surge of ink-wash dotted lines that outlined a powerful and vigorous human figure.

He was wearing a dark red kasaya, white Taoist trousers, and a red ribbon tied around his forehead.

He had thick eyebrows and large, piercing eyes, with sparse stubble on his face, like ink spilled on rice paper, giving him a powerful and vigorous look.

——Long.

He is a fighter who pursues true strength and constantly trains, and he is also Shiraki Sei's master.

At this moment, this pure "fighting seeker" also saw through Shiraki Cheng's thoughts.

I have a favorite saying—the answer lies in the battle.

Long clenched his right fist, looked intently, then pointed his fist at Bai Mucheng, gesturing with a faint smile:

The meaning of combat lies in understanding your opponent, and also understanding yourself.

{You won't find the answer if you keep dwelling on a single point; of course, you don't need me to tell you that.}

Swish.

Long flipped his fist over, palm up, fingers spread out at will, and beckoned to Bai Mucheng.

{So, shall we have a friendly spar?}

"..."