Super Fighting Tokyo.

Shiraki Chengxin greeted her with delight, "Great, fantastic!"

"..."

……

Outside the gate of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy, a Cadillac luxury sedan was parked.

Two figures stepped out of the driver's seat and the passenger seat, respectively.

It was an elderly gentleman with white hair wearing a suit, and another woman with a beautiful, tanned complexion, wearing a red evening gown.

The former is Mr. Mitarai, a veteran receptionist at the Tokyo Dome Underground Arena;

The latter is the head of the activities department of the "Kengan Association" and also a popular host of the "Kengan Association"—Sayaka Katahara.

The underground fighting arena and the Kengan Association have both arrived.

Representatives from both sides arrived, and the two men stood on either side of each other, bowing slightly and extending their left and right hands to greet the two soldiers.

Please.

—Let's duel!

Chapter 706 The Beginning of the End

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School, outside the school grounds on the street.

Mr. Mitarai and Katahara Sayaka came to pick them up.

"..."

To prepare for a possible battle, the Metropolitan Police Department officers spent the entire day on standby, which was quite a tough job.

Therefore, when they saw that Shiraki and Miyamoto Musashi had obediently accepted the invitation and were preparing to leave and get into the car, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Phew! That's great..."

As long as the duel takes place at the arena, at the very least, no civilians will be affected by the fighting, which is a good thing for the Metropolitan Police Department.

Even so, the work still needs to be completed diligently.

The officers remained tense, watching the two men get into the car and observing their every move.

"..."

Shiraki Shōnen understood this situation, so he didn't mind. He even raised his hand to greet Manabu Takumi and Iori Ichika in the distance.

I'm really sorry to have kept my two old friends watching me all day.

"..."

On the other side, Miyamoto Musashi's gaze swept over one police officer after another.

The officers were sweating profusely, extremely nervous, but also relieved that the surveillance operation was about to end.

In a state of extreme tension, one officer murmured softly, "It's safe now..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Miyamoto Musashi stood still, his tiger-like eyes fixed on the police officer, and asked, "What makes you say that?"

"Ah! That... because of you, Mr. Samurai..."

The officer's mind went blank, and he was so frightened that he blurted out, "Because you're carrying a knife, and you might disturb the peace... and so on..."

The next moment, Musashi suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of the police officer.

The tall Musashi leaned slightly closer, bringing his face close to the other person's, and pressed, "Whom have I disturbed?"

The officer froze, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Musashi pressed on, "Huh? Tell me?"

The police officer was so frightened that he couldn't move.

Seeing this, Musashi stopped making things difficult for the man and calmly said, "I'm just here to practice, which is my daily routine as a strategist. It's you who are disturbing the peace."

The police officers had no way to refute it.

suddenly--

thump.

Musashi raised his right hand and slashed horizontally with a chopstick, lightly striking the officer's neck as a small lesson.

"don’t worry!"

Musashi patted the officer on the shoulder and laughed heartily, "I won't run away or hide."

……

……

Afterwards, that police officer—

Tomoharu Kuwata, a 39-year-old assistant inspector in the First Investigation Division of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Investigation Department, recalled that scene as follows:

"Hmm... Miyamoto Musashi and I were only about a meter apart, uh... well... how should I put it..."

"Eye!"

"Those eyes are incredible! Those eyes! They're practically inhuman!"

"Uh...yes, just like a glass marble!"

Tomoharu Kuwata rubbed his neck again.

"The hand chop to the neck I received... afterward, everyone thought my head just 'thud' off!"

"I even lost control of my bladder! Just a little bit though... please don't tell anyone..."

"...Hmm? You're asking about someone else?"

Tomoharu Kuwata nodded.

"That Shiraki Cheng didn't put too much pressure on us."

"No... I'm not saying he's 'not strong,' absolutely not. There's no doubt that 'Shiraki Cheng is very strong.'"

"But compared to Miyamoto Musashi, Shiraki's 'strength' is somewhat different..."

"As a police officer, I also admire strong people somewhere deep down."

"So seriously..."

Tomoharu Kuwata clenched his fist and laughed:

"Although it's a bit presumptuous of me, I even feel that I want to fight him, and even if I lose, I'm sure it would be very interesting."

"—This is different from Miyamoto Musashi."

……

……

Let's go back to the present.

Mr. Mitarai from the "Underground Colosseum" was in charge of driving, while Katahara Sayaka from the "Kengan Association" was in the passenger seat.

Shiraki Shō and Miyamoto Musashi sat together in the back seat of the car.

The four of them drove away from the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School, watched by the Metropolitan Police Department staff.

The Metropolitan Police Department's vehicle then started up and followed at the furthest distance, conducting a unique "escort".

……

"..."

Bai Mucheng leaned back in his seat, enjoying the scenery along the way through the car window.

Miyamoto Musashi placed his two swords, one large and one small, across his lap, then crossed his arms over his chest, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, but he was probably still not used to riding in a car.

The Cadillac smoothly drove through several streets, heading straight for the Tokyo Dome.

"You two..."

Katahara Sayaka began, her expression serious, and introduced herself:

"We are going to the Tokyo Dome Underground Arena."

"Tokugawa Mitsunari and Katahara Metsudo are already there, and the venue has been prepared for you two to settle your differences."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work. This arrangement is really good."

Katahara Sayaka nodded, "Exactly, after all, the Kengan Association's battlegrounds are unpredictable, and ordinary locations cannot withstand such battles."

Musashi kept his eyes closed and smiled faintly, "Hmm, not bad."

Clearly, both Shiraki Shō and Miyamoto Musashi were very satisfied with this arrangement.

"It is a great honor."

Mr. Mitarai, who was driving, was both happy and serious. "As expected, this much-anticipated battle should be fought in the underground arena."

"..."

However, upon hearing this, both Shiraki and Miyamoto Musashi shook their heads, causing the two in the front row to pause in surprise.

Musashi laughed, "Hmph..."

Bai Mucheng waved his hand, "This arrangement is good, but where to fight is not something that can be 'arranged', after all, it is actual combat."

What exactly does that mean?

Mr. Mitarai and Sheka Katahara couldn't help but ponder silently.

Could it be that Shiraki and Miyamoto Musashi were only satisfied with the "process" at this moment, rather than the "fighting in the underground arena"?

Could it be that……

The two people in the front row felt increasingly uneasy and even a little horrified as they thought about it.