Super Fighting Tokyo.

Musashi stepped on the floor tiles, causing cracks and fragments to appear, and his figure almost disappeared!

The movement was so fast that there was no time to react; the actual time taken was only 0.000...? seconds.

But as Musashi took a step, all that remained before him was a bluish-purple light, and Shiraki's figure vanished once more.

Beyond exhaustion, the mental energy caused Shiraki Cheng's body to dissolve.

From muscle fibers and bones, it melts into a viscous liquid, eventually sublimating into a "soul" to complete the steps and movements!

【Edge of Annihilation】!

Squeak!

Shiraki's feet twisted on the ground, making a screeching sound, and he moved sideways in an arc, almost instantly rushing to Musashi's left side.

blah blah blah!

Bai Mucheng's feet moved back and forth, fluttering like a butterfly, as he performed the boxing butterfly step, exploding into bursts of spiritual energy fireworks.

The ultimate technique—

【Aideo Mental Storm】!

Snapped!

Shiraki, with his left foot back and his right foot forward, unleashed a series of rapid right jabs, so fast that they left behind a trail of afterimages, as he attacked Musashi one after another.

*Clap clap clap clap clap!*

Musashi widened his eyes, dodging left and right without changing his expression.

His dynamic vision was almost superhuman; he could see the trajectory of Shiramu Cheng's jab. However, even with such a fast attack, he was still forced to take a half-step back.

Squeak!

Shiramu Cheng's steps didn't stop; he continued to press forward with butterfly steps, shifting to the left and right, while his body and jab followed up simultaneously.

Musashi was forced to retreat again, or even continue to retreat altogether.

Shiraki Cheng, please follow again!

Swish swish!

In a flash, the two retreated and advanced, rushing into the depths of the entrance hall and heading straight into the Tokyo Dome.

This scene stunned the people near the entrance.

Ordinary police officers were amazed by Musashi's dynamic vision and his fluid movements, which allowed him to dodge even jabs in succession.

A very small number of masters, such as the master craftsman, were amazed by Shiraki Sei's "punch".

It's a series of jabs.

Moreover, it was a series of jabs far exceeding what could be observed with the naked eye!

The legendary quick-draw gunslinger and gunsmith, Bob Manden, had a similar feat.

He can simultaneously pop two balloons two meters apart in 0.02 seconds.

Even if you listen intently, you can only hear the sound of those two shots as one shot. The speed was even faster than the blink of an eye, enough to match the firing rate of a Gatling gun!

During rapid firing, the gravitational acceleration experienced by the gunner is approximately 10G, which is equivalent to the physical limits of a fighter pilot.

In exchange for enduring this pressure, one can achieve punching speeds that surpass those observed by the naked eye!

shhhhhh!

Each of Shiraki Sei's jabs represented "two or three punches" thrown, combined with his boxing footwork as he pressed forward, launching a series of attacks at Musashi.

That's why Musashi's evasion is even more breathtaking!

"What a fast punch!"

"They stormed in!"

"Musashi is still dodging! Impressive..."

"But Musashi has been cornered!"

"..."

While everyone was still in shock, Musashi had already retreated to the depths of the hall, leaning against a landscape wall.

clap clap clap!

Shiraki unleashed a series of right jabs, which Musashi successfully dodged.

The fist slammed into the wall, sending bricks flying and leaving behind fist marks, even causing spiderweb-like cracks to spread across the wall!

"Whoa..."

Musashi twisted his waist, bracing the outside of his right foot against the wall, attempting to break free from Shiramoto's oppressive presence.

But Shiraki took a small step back, then pulled back his left fist and slammed it down on Musashi with great force.

The ultimate technique is not yet complete.

"Drink!"

The exhausted punch, though dodged by Musashi, completely shattered the dilapidated wall, creating a large hole with a loud "boom".

"—!?"

Musashi lost his footing and was hit by Shiraki's right jab again.

Swish!

Musashi retreated again, and Shiraki continued to follow.

shhhhhh!

He unleashed a barrage of powerful punches, faster than before, and several of them even hit Musashi, forcing him to raise his hand to block.

Meanwhile, the two had already rushed into the Tokyo Dome, going deeper along the corridor, and soon bumped into another wall.

"brake!"

Shiraki delivered another left punch, striking Musashi from behind and shattering the wall at the end of the corridor once more.

Boom!

In an instant, dust and debris flew everywhere, with pieces of stone and brick flying all over the place.

Keep the jab coming!

shhhhhh!

The two retreated while advancing, rushing into the exhibition area behind the wall, smashing counters along the way, with pieces of wood and glass flying everywhere.

Swish, swish, swish...!

Shiraki unleashed a barrage of right jabs, combined with his footwork, pressing Miyamoto Musashi as he charged into the exhibition area, crashing straight down for over ten meters.

Finally, the two crashed into the wall on the other side.

"Drink up~~~~!"

Bai Mucheng bared his teeth and roared, his face contorted with rage. He fought so fiercely that even his eyes turned white, leaving behind a trail of mental afterimages, overflowing with destruction and hunger.

"Haaah—!!"

Bai Mucheng punched again with his left fist.

Musashi raised his right palm to block, his entire right arm tensed and locked, transferring the force of Shiraki's punch to his back, ultimately crushing the wall behind him.

Boom!

The wall suddenly cracked open, revealing a large hole.

Amidst the swirling dust, Musashi and Shiraki emerged one after the other.

clap clap clap!

Shiraki Seito threw another right jab.

Musashi, however, had completely adapted to this rhythm, constantly moving his left and right palms to block the rapid punches, his face calm and expressionless.

I'm afraid he'll launch a counterattack with his next move!

Seeing this, Shiraki Cheng did not hesitate and decisively ended the fierce attack with a heavy left punch.

boom!

Musashi blocked the left punch, then slid his feet back three or four meters.

The two sides widened the distance again.

call……

Wisps of white smoke remained on Musashi's palms, forearms, and even one side of his cheek, a result of the blow.

White smoke spread outwards, connecting Bai Mucheng's fists.

Splash splash splash splash...

The dust and smoke that had been raised also dissipated at this time.

Shiraki Shōka and Musashi suddenly froze, as a great deal of noise entered their ears.

Huh...!?

The two suddenly realized that, without their knowledge, they had already broken through the outer building of the Tokyo Dome and rushed into the stadium inside the dome.

This is the core of the Tokyo Dome, which has 55,000 seats.

This is a famous venue that has hosted numerous concerts, sporting events, exhibitions, and other entertainment activities.

This is the battleground where the "Ultimate Weapon" Katsumi Guji battles against the "Primal Man" Pike, and it is also the place where young warriors ascend to immortality!

Now, as Shiraki Jo and Miyamoto Musashi charge into this place—

They looked up and were astonished to find that the stadium stands were full of people, including countless familiar faces.

Arisa Sakurai, Maruk;

Tokugawa Mitsunari and Katahara Metsudo, two old men;

Also included were the staff and doctors of the underground fighting arena and the Kengan Association, led by Mr. Mitarai and Katahara Sayaka;