Super Fighting Tokyo.

Musashi's expression darkened. "Are you unwilling to accept this, Shiraki?"

Bai Mucheng was taken aback.

Musashi's eyes widened. "'If he had no sword, I could have won'—that's the mindset you all have, and that's why you feel resentful."

"Do you think this is just the 'beginning'? Shiraki."

"..."

After listening to Musashi's words, Shiraki thought for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and said:

"Whether the sword in your hand is real or not, you are Miyamoto Musashi, and no one, including myself, will underestimate you."

"However... humph..."

Bai Mucheng changed the subject and said casually, "For your level, this is just the beginning!"

Before the words were even finished, in the next instant—

Ouch!

Shiramu Cheng twists his waist clockwise into a half-squat to build up his strength, then pushes off the ground with both feet, his right foot sliding on the ground and pushing out the outside of his left foot.

[Ryuo Uppercut Kick]!

"brake!"

The forward kick that quickly closed in on the opponent was used by Shiraki as a surprise attack, aimed at Miyamoto Musashi's face.

Musashi remained expressionless, his feet slightly raised, causing his body to shift back a little.

Swish!

The powerful front kick was easily dodged by Musashi, stopping just inches from his nose.

shuh...

The white wooden support leg rests firmly, maintaining vigilance.

However, Musashi suddenly spoke up, "Shiraki, although it is 'the beginning,' my sword has always been there."

"—!?"

Bai Mucheng was startled.

Suddenly, he felt an indescribable, sharp pain in his left ankle where he had kicked out.

He was beheaded!?

He was beheaded!

Bai Mucheng clearly felt that an invisible sword had severed his ankle.

Unstoppable, and undeniable!

All 36 trillion cells in his body, which had been trained countless times and performed countless joint attacks, acknowledged this point!

Immediately, the pain spread through his mind, causing Bai Mucheng's right leg to lose strength, making it impossible for him to support his body, and he finally sat down on the ground with a thud.

then……

Swish!

To everyone's surprise, Musashi suddenly strode forward and kicked with his right leg, sending the sole of his bamboo-skin shoes flying towards Shiraki Sho's face.

"Let's take the first city!"

Ouch!

With a loud shout from Musashi, Shiraki, who was sitting on the ground, was kicked backward, and blood spurted from his nose.

The kick was quite sudden, but it brought Bai Mucheng back to his senses. He lightly flipped over and stood up steadily.

"Ugh... Whew!"

Seeing Shiraki's nose bleeding, Musashi was quite satisfied and smiled, "Try kicking him, how does it feel?"

Shiramu wiped the blood from his nose, sighed and complained, "When we met, you criticized the shortcomings of 'kicking techniques' and 'jumping'."

He imitated Musashi's tone.

"What do you mean by 'unstable jumping steps, unable to focus on the next move'? That's a foolish move."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Musashi felt a little embarrassed.

"Haha, I've learned something too."

He readily admitted that this was, after all, the result of his training, "although I still can't kick above the navel like a modern martial artist."

"But it works very well against enemies who are down on the ground."

"And there's another reason—"

Musashi recalled, "During my duel with the 'strongman' Yujiro Hanma, I was kicked in the groin and suffered a painful experience."

Shiraki Cheng nodded through gritted teeth, "That really hurts!"

"Ahem..."

Musashi tilted his head and coughed, also unable to bear recalling that pain. "Never mind, we've talked too much."

Bai Mucheng stepped to the side, his gaze sharpening. "Come on, let's go!"

Swish!

Musashi pursed his lips and charged forward.

It seemed as if he was about to slash at an invisible blade, but at the moment of approach, he suddenly thrust out his right fist, striking with the knuckle of his index finger.

Snapped!

The knuckles struck Bai Mucheng's nose, specifically the philtrum.

This is a strike aimed at the "vital points of pain," a powerful blow from the front, so effective that it can even knock the opponent unconscious on the spot.

But as Musashi threw a punch, he sensed something was wrong.

Although it hit the target, it didn't land properly!?

Swish-!

It turned out that Shiraki Cheng leaned back and rotated counterclockwise at the same moment Musashi threw a punch, thus deflecting the force.

Snapped!

Shiraki supported himself with his left hand on the ground, raised his right arm high to maintain balance, and kicked Musashi in the chest with his right leg, which rose from below in a crescent arc.

[Dijie o Fighting Back o Double Legs Rub]!

Ouch!

The kickboxing of [Southern Comet] transformed Jamaican-style Rhythm into a heavy kick, delivering a powerful counterattack to Musashi.

The kicks shattered the musical notes, scattering them in all directions!

Try it, Miyamoto Musashi...

Experience the kind of "kick" you've never tasted before, created by modern fighters who have fused countless lives.

Try out the kicking techniques of a modern fighter!

"...!?"

Musashi was hit in the chest by a counterattack, and he staggered back two or three steps.

Whoa!

The white wooden frame gracefully flipped backward 360°, and the moment its feet touched the ground—

"Whoa!"

With a loud shout, Bai Mucheng leaped forward, twisting his waist and abdomen in mid-air, engaging his core strength, and crossing his legs to deliver a right spinning kick.

[Ken's Dragon Tail Leg]!

Snap!

A powerful flying kick, carrying visible heat and fierce fighting spirit, struck Miyamoto Musashi in the face, causing him to stagger backward.

"Ugh...!?"

Musashi straightened up, but his head remained tilted back.

blah blah...

Once Shiraki's feet touched the ground and he stepped back two or three paces, Musashi slowly straightened his head, his expression unchanged.

It was clearly visible that wisps of dust remained on Musashi's cheek, demonstrating the immense power of that kick.

Even so, he endured it all without even flinching.

A clear and tranquil mind is not only important for the mind, but also for the body!

puff...

A bloody gash appeared on the upper left side of Musashi's face, from which a drop of blood flowed, but the bleeding quickly stopped, leaving only a few specks of crimson.

"Hum..."

Musashi's eyes were downcast, and the invisible twin swords reappeared in his hands. He was slightly hunched over and seemed to be losing his balance, making him look like a portrait.

"Shiraki, I've fully tasted what you wanted me to know, but it's still not enough for me!"

"Let's continue..."

Musashi's face contorted with rage as he roared in a menacing tone, "Come! Let's fight!"

"Wow, that's really loud!"

Shiramu Cheng stood sideways, his left hand outstretched and pressed down, his right fist lightly clenched to protect his ribs, adopting a serious fighting stance, ready for battle.

"Do you even need to tell me? We're here to duel..."

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