Super Fighting Tokyo.

Whoosh!

As the two car doors flew off, they slid across the ground, sparks flying from the friction.

Sizzle sizzle—!

The two figures finally broke free from each other and flew backwards from the left and right sides respectively.

Wow!

The two figures flipped in mid-air, their movements different.

Shiraki Cheng curled up his body and rolled like an armadillo, using his hands to prop himself up and bounce just before hitting the ground.

【Blanca O Backflip Spin】!

Whoa!

Using this as a way to deflect the force, Bai Mucheng's body traced an arc in mid-air before lightly stepping on the ground with his left foot and then slowly lowering his right foot.

"..."

Now let's look at Miyamoto Musashi.

He held the two swords, one large and one small, tucked the sword back into his waistband with his left hand, and slammed his right palm into the ground. With a "thud," he flipped over at an angle.

Whoosh!

Musashi smoothly completed the turn, his left foot lunging forward, his right foot pulling back and pushing off the ground, kneeling on one knee, and then slowly getting up.

Swish, swish, swish...

At this point, the two car doors that had been thrown out earlier had their remaining force worn away, and they finally stopped sliding on the road.

Right now, in front of the main entrance of Tokyo Dome—

Shiraki Shō and Miyamoto Musashi were about fifteen meters apart, with a parked Cadillac in between them.

Almost simultaneously, several police cars arrived, and many officers rushed out to evacuate nearby civilians and prevent them from entering the battle scene.

Following this path was definitely the right thing to do!

Fortunately, Tokyo Dome was closed today, so the surrounding crowds weren't too large.

"..."

Seeing this, Shiraki Shō and Miyamoto Musashi were not in a hurry.

The two men stared at each other across the car, their eyes wide, then suddenly shouted sharply, "Get out of the way!"

These words were spoken to the two people in the car.

Mr. Mitarai and Katahara Sayaka—the two quickly got out of the car and retreated behind the newly set-up police line, panting heavily, still shaken.

"Huh...huh..."

Their panting was swallowed up by the imposing aura of Shiraki and Miyamoto Musashi.

The next moment—

"—!!"

Shiraki and Miyamoto Musashi simultaneously focused their gazes, pursed their lips, and charged forward at a speed barely perceptible to the naked eye.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!

Bai Mucheng ran forward, his body twisting and contorting along the way, distorting the space in a dazzling arc, like a splash of colorful ink!

He and Miyamoto Musashi charged straight at each other.

Finally, it looked like it was about to crash into the Cadillac in the middle.

"--drink!!"

Shiramu stepped forward with his left foot, stomped on the ground, clasped his hands inward and pressed down, and slammed his left shoulder into the left side frame of the car.

[Unleashing Fighting Spirit - Supreme Fist]!

Boom!

The huge Cadillac was hit by Shiramoto's move, causing its left side to lift into the air, its tires scraping the ground, and the car to slide to the right and crash.

Squeak!

The car crashed into Musashi on the other side.

Musashi's face was fierce, like a Vajra demon. He drew his long sword from his waist, gripped the hilt with both hands, and pulled the blade back to his back.

"what!"

He swung the knife down with great force.

Whoosh!

The cut went from top to bottom, slicing through the roof in the middle of the car, severing the right side frame, and continuing downwards until it finally cleaved through the chassis.

lol...

The well-maintained Cadillac sedan was cut in half, with only a small section on the left side still connected, and the whole thing bent to the left.

"—!!"

Shiramu Cheng's movements continued.

Facing the oncoming vehicle from both sides, Shiramu Chengyi delivered a quick mid-section hook punch, striking the frame and deforming and denting it.

Immediately following, he swept his right leg, kicking the wheel hub.

Finally, he took a small step back, then kicked forward with his left foot, striking the vehicle and sending the badly damaged car hurtling towards Musashi.

Bang! Bang! Boom!

【Ryuo's Unbreakable Triple Strike】!

Sizzle!

The sound of metal scraping against the ground was extremely piercing.

Musashi, wielding the "Nameless Golden Heavy Sword," slashed left and right with his beloved sword, cutting through the sturdy metal frame piece by piece, completely destroying it.

Screech! ...

In a flash, a large number of swords and blades gleamed coldly.

This is not Musashi's "sword technique," but simply a display of skill, making the [Peerless Under Heaven] strike explode like fireworks!

Whoosh!

A perfectly good Cadillac was completely wrecked, with the front and rear separated and the body frame broken into four or five pieces.

On it, you can see dented fist marks, twisted impact marks, and of course, sharp slash marks!

"..."

The onlookers, whether civilians or police officers, were all stunned.

"It can smash the car to pieces!?"

"Wow...that's amazing...!"

"It was a fight in the street!"

"Someone's carrying a knife?"

"He is Miyamoto Musashi!"

"..."

A cacophony of voices rose and fell.

However, Mr. Mitarai and Katahara Sayaka could tell that neither of the two people in the battle were taking it very seriously.

The "beating of the car" and "slashing at the car frame" that just happened were just prelude to the battle—it was all about showing off skills!

"Mr. Mitarai..."

"Hmm, it definitely won't end so easily!"

"..."

Swish—click!

Musashi sheathed his sword, his brows furrowed slightly, and leisurely glanced around, taking in the praise and amazement of the crowd.

Finally, he looked at Bai Mucheng with an expression that said, "Let's see what you're made of."

Shiraki Cheng gladly accepted the challenge.

The two stepped toward each other at the same time, their figures swaying, leaving two distorted afterimages walking toward each other in the night and lamplight.

The next second—

despair!

As the two took their final steps, they were less than half a step apart.

Shiraki raised his left hand, grabbed Miyamoto Musashi's wrist, and simultaneously pushed off the ground and twisted his waist, intending to throw him out with a "back throw".

But at the moment Shiraki exerted his force, Miyamoto Musashi suddenly twisted his wrist.

Snapped!

Shiramu Cheng's grip was shaken off.

When Ryu's throw failed, Shiraki seized the opportunity to change his move, pressing down with his left hand to lock Musashi in place while simultaneously supporting Musashi's shoulder with his right hand.

He wants to take down Miyamoto Musashi!

[Luke O Sweep Slam]!

Snapped!

Musashi suddenly straightened his body and broke through Shiraki's throw technique.

"..."

Musashi remained unfazed, seized Shiraki's right wrist, and simultaneously leaned forward to push against Shiraki's abdomen, intending to flip him over.