Super Fighting Tokyo.

Could it be that this battle began the moment those two—Shiraki Jo and Miyamoto Musashi—met today?

Everything that happened before, including practice, rest, conversations, and even the current ride and journey to the venue—all occurred during the battle!?

"~~~~!!"

Mr. Mitarai and Katahara Sayaka broke out in a cold sweat and were speechless for a moment.

……

The car continued driving forward.

Late at night.

The city of Tokyo is ablaze with lights.

After turning a corner, the Cadillac drove on the road, with the main entrance of Tokyo Dome just ahead.

From here, it's about a three-minute drive from the parking lot, and in as little as ten minutes, everyone can reach the underground arena.

But it doesn't matter anymore!

Both Mr. Mitarai and Sheka Katahara were convinced that the battle had already begun!

"..."

Miyamoto Musashi slowly opened his eyes and surveyed the modern cityscape outside the window.

He suddenly remembered something interesting.

"Speaking of which..."

Musashi recalled, "When I first came to the human world, I came from the 'underground' to the 'street' for the first time and said one sentence."

Mr. Mitarai also remembered.

After all, it was he who drove this car, along the same road, to take Tokugawa shogun and Miyamoto Musashi to the underground arena.

Musashi said at the time: "Excuse me, please slow down a little, it's too fast."

At that moment, Miyamoto Musashi said the same thing, speaking softly:

"Excuse me, could you slow down a bit? You're going too fast."

—In retrospect, this was Miyamoto Musashi's heartfelt reflection, and it was also the beginning of everything that followed.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...?!"

At the same moment—

Miyamoto Musashi, positioned on the right side of the back row, holds a long sword scabbard and uses the "head" of the scabbard as a blunt weapon to thrust horizontally to the left.

Meanwhile, Shiramu Cheng, who was on the left, also made a move, striking with his right elbow to press the scabbard against the back of the chair, while simultaneously kicking out with his right leg to the side.

Bang!

A powerful kick from someone wearing sneakers struck Miyamoto Musashi in the left cheek, slamming his head against the right-side car window.

Click!

In an instant, the expensive glass of the Cadillac was shattered by Musashi's head, spreading out in a large spiderweb-like pattern.

The glass didn't break because of the coating.

Shiraki Cheng didn't pull his leg back, continuing to step on Musashi's left cheek and pressing his right cheek hard against the broken glass.

"Hmm~~~?!"

Musashi's face, including his right eye and right corner of his mouth, was pressed tightly against the broken glass, squeezed out of shape.

He tried to poke the scabbard again, but because the car was cramped and he was indeed a bit carsick, his efforts were in vain.

"Aha!"

Shiraki Cheng's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He reached out to grab, but Musashi blocked him with his knee, preventing him from suppressing him any further.

Whoosh!

Musashi kicked out, his left foot landing on Shiramu Cheng's face with his bamboo slip, but Shiramu Cheng didn't back down an inch, stubbornly holding on with his neck stiff.

The two sides went back and forth, neither willing to give in.

"~~~~!!!"

In the front row, Mr. Mitarai gripped the steering wheel tightly, while Sayaka Katahara held onto the handrail on the car frame.

Both of them were already covered in sweat!

……

……

Meanwhile, outside the Tokyo Dome, in the parking lot.

A group of high-ranking government officials were still complimenting the two old men, Tokugawa Mitsunari and Katahara Metsudo.

"Oh! You've really worked hard, old man."

"As expected, it's safest to hold duels in the underground arena..."

……

……

On the street in front of the main entrance of Tokyo Dome.

The luxury Cadillac was driving erratically, attracting the attention of passersby.

Which audacious and wealthy family would dare to let a novice drive such an expensive luxury car?

Why can't I even drive in a straight line?

But the elderly Mr. Mitarai, who was driving, was no novice.

Katahara Sayaka, who was sitting in the passenger seat, could also drive, and her driving skills were quite good.

Therefore, it's definitely not a problem with their "driving skills"!

The real reason lies in the back row.

The two in the back row—

Shiraki Shō and Miyamoto Musashi were locked in a fierce struggle in the small "space" behind the car, grabbing, bumping, twisting, squeezing, and kicking each other!

The scene of the fight was like a complex ukiyo-e print, with exaggerated physical movements.

"—!"

Even though the two sides were locked in a stalemate, their individual strengths were still bursting forth, spreading throughout the entire Cadillac chassis.

And then—the whole car started shaking!

It's impossible to walk in a straight line!

Chapter 707 Street Collision!

On the street in front of the main entrance of Tokyo Dome.

Inside the Cadillac, where no one can see—

The polite "old gentleman" Mitarai and the universally acknowledged "beautiful host" Katahara Sayaka were both in a sorry state.

The two disregarded driving safety and dared not even lean back, their entire bodies leaning forward, almost lying on the steering wheel and passenger seat.

"~~~~!!"

Their faces were filled with terror, and even their hair was disheveled from the impact!

Behind the two men, in the back seat of the car, a simple and brutal "fight" was taking place!

That's really scary!

Ouch!

Shiraki's right foot stepped on Musashi's left cheek, while his left leg was raised to his waist and pressed against the backrest, blocking Musashi's long sword sheath.

He leaned against the left side of the car door, his left hand protecting his neck, and his right hand clenched into a fist and stretched forward.

Musashi stepped out to the left with his left foot, stomping on Shiraki's face. He intended to stomp down and press on Shiraki's throat, but Shiraki stopped him with his left hand.

Musashi's right leg was raised high, with his calf resting on Shiraki Sho's left knee, unable to go any further down.

His right hand reached up and pressed against the right side of the car door above his head to gain leverage for his body, while his left hand reached forward to grab and clench Bai Mucheng's right fist.

pinch!

Musashi's grip strength was astonishing; with just a five-finger grip, Shiraki's eyes widened in pain and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"~~~~!"

The two were locked in a stalemate, pulling and pressing against each other in an extremely exaggerated scene.

Meanwhile, the Cadillac had already driven to the main entrance of Tokyo Dome, above which was the entrance plaza, and the parking lot was just half a block to the right.

But it couldn't hold on any longer.

Mr. Mitarai and Sheka Katahara couldn't hold on any longer and were squeezed by the back row, forced to lie down and unable to complete the turning maneuver.

Shiraki Shō and Miyamoto Musashi could no longer hold on, and both had to turn around to break the deadlock.

Finally, Cadillac couldn't hold on any longer!

Click—!

The rear doors finally gave way under the pressure of Shiraki and Miyamoto Musashi, causing the frames to twist and deform and the joints to break.

Finally, just like an exploding can, there were two loud "bangs" as the car doors were blown off from both sides.