Super Fighting Tokyo.

This is a practical throwing technique from the Warring States period!

But halfway through the action, Musashi suddenly stopped.

It turned out that Shiraki stepped forward with his right foot and stepped on Musashi's knee to break the throw.

【DJO Stomp Beat】!

Snapped!

Shiraki stomped forward with force, forcing Musashi to retreat and shake off Shiraki's hand.

It was another round of back-and-forth throws and parries.

In such close combat, targeting joints and footwork, the one who strikes first should have the advantage.

But despite this, Shiraki Cheng didn't have time to think about these things, because even a momentary mistake could be countered when facing Miyamoto Musashi!

"call……"

Shiraki reached out with both hands, attempting to grab Musashi's neck and execute a Muay Thai choke throw.

【Sagat o Tiger Suspended】!

—Not issuing!

In that instant, Musashi's fighting spirit surged, "burning" Shiraki's hand and causing Shiraki to raise his arms.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that Musashi had seen through Shiraki's movements and then used his palm to push Shiraki's hand away.

"—!?"

You've been seen through!

Bai Mucheng's gaze sharpened, but there was no time to retreat.

Musashi pressed forward with his left hand, grabbed Shiraki's face, pushed him backward, and slid to Shiraki's left side.

Snapped!

Musashi grabbed Shiraki's left wrist.

Shiraki immediately curled up to avoid Musashi breaking his joints.

Musashi immediately changed his move, turning the throw that would damage joints into a pure brute force-driven attack, and swung Shiraki up and threw him.

Swish-!

Bai Mucheng flew up.

He was thrown into the distance like a cannonball, smashing the large glass door of the Tokyo Dome and tumbling into it.

Bang—crash!

Bai Mucheng fell to the ground and rolled around several times.

Although it was tempered glass that was shattered, and the fragments weren't sharp, tempered glass is still more durable, so the white wood was hit quite hard.

"Wow~~~~!"

He grimaced in pain, his mind racing, thinking all sorts of random things.

Great, fantastic!

Let's just play like this...

This is not a duel to determine a winner, but a "questioning" process.

The questions asked of "Miyamoto Musashi," "I," and "What is strength?"

"laugh……"

Bai Mucheng stood up, still a little unsteady, his head spinning.

At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi also stepped into the entrance of Tokyo Dome and walked step by step toward Shiraki.

"Come on, Shiraki!"

Musashi grinned maliciously and said, "This won't do. Throwing me around like this is boring. I'll eat whatever you give me!"

Come on! Come on!

"What needs to be done now, and what will happen next, will not change."

Musashi's eyelids curved upwards, revealing a twisted yet excited ghost face.

"Bai Mu, I'm going to suck all your blood dry!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng stood sideways, listening to the chilling declaration, silently adding to his own thoughts.

"However, although we must ask further questions..."

"Although the discussion is about the 'Tao'..."

"--But after all, his opponent is Miyamoto Musashi, the 'Peerless Under Heaven' who wants to stand out from the crowd."

popping.

Shiraki kicked off his damaged sneakers, stood barefoot, took a deep breath, and his mind became completely clear.

Chapter 708 Kick Techniques

Facing Miyamoto Musashi, facing that unparalleled difficulty...?

It was something done by a "non-human" being.

So, let's use our own "Tao" to ask the questions!

"Honbu Izo," who possesses a wide range of martial arts skills, does this, which is why he uses ancient-style practical jujitsu to fight.

That's why he used "pufferfish poison" as a test, instead of using any "modern toxins" or considering submachine guns.

This is not about upholding principles, nor does it have anything to do with being upright and honorable.

Simply put, you must do this using the "Main Headquarters' Way of Hiding," otherwise you will lose yourself and your combat power will be greatly reduced.

The same applies to Shiramu Cheng at this moment.

Shiraki Sei's "Tao" exists on the streets, so by the same token, he would use modern technology to the extreme, but he would not poison anyone.

This is Shiraki Sei's fighting style.

This is the only way he can play, and it's the only way he can unleash his full potential!

……

"..."

The main entrance hall of Tokyo Dome.

Shiraki stood barefoot, assuming a side stance, his breathing becoming increasingly steady.

This is the only way...

Great, fantastic!

I really like this feeling...

I'm prepared to use every trick in the book, and I won't consider anything else; any unnecessary options will be eliminated.

And so, at this very moment, I will unleash all my power!

"..."

the other side.

Miyamoto Musashi remained silent, his lips pressed down.

Wisps of white smoke rose faintly from all around him, like a tangible, raging battle intent igniting an illusory high temperature!

The police officers watching from a distance stared in disbelief at the scene.

Manabu Takumi and Iori Kazuka both stared wide-eyed, breaking out in a cold sweat from nervousness.

Woohoo...!

Why do I feel...

Even from dozens of meters away, one can still clearly perceive Miyamoto Musashi's "power" at this distance!

Even space itself is distorted...

Not only that, even though the two swords were still tucked into his waistband, Miyamoto Musashi was already holding an invisible sword in his hand!

That's the peerless Miyamoto Musashi!

That's amazing!

"..."

The officers were too frightened to approach.

They were relieved that the Tokyo Dome was not open today, so there were few people at the entrance, and the few passersby were quickly scared away.

Although some passersby were attracted to watch, they were extremely lucky!

The exact time is: Tokyo (evening) 19:57.

The Metropolitan Police Department's Special Mobile Unit began operations, quickly evacuating nearby civilians to prevent them from being affected by this "duel".

……

……

Inside the main hall.

Shiraki looked at Miyamoto Musashi and saw wisps of white smoke on his body. Even his own vision was distorted by Musashi.

"Yeah, I knew it..."

Bai Mucheng smiled faintly: "After all, it's just the beginning. You're only using the 'Invisible Sword,' which is not a higher level."