Super Fighting Tokyo.

The clash of fists unleashed a burst of colorful, street-style ink, creating a dazzling spectacle for the audience.

Looking at Miyamoto Musashi, his brows were lowered, and he walked out step by step amidst the cheers, leaving behind a trail of sword shadows and cold light, which seemed to sever even the visual senses!

The two had different styles of entering, but their smiles were similar, and they couldn't stop them no matter what.

In the audience, people responded to the two men's gestures.

after that.

The two walked to the center of the field and stood on the left and right.

Musashi's right arm hung down, his left hand rested naturally on the long sword at his waist, and he tilted his head slightly and raised his chin.

Shiraki Cheng slowly raised his hands, clenching his left fist and grasping his left wrist with his right hand. He closed his eyes and concentrated, then suddenly opened them in the next instant.

"—!!"

……

At the same time.

Due to the previous riots on the street, reporters have already arrived, and ordinary people also want to go deeper into the matter to find out what happened.

But being an outsider, he was naturally still being stopped by the Metropolitan Police Department.

But whether they were reporters, ordinary people, or police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department, they all unconsciously glanced at the Tokyo Dome during the argument.

They even had a kind of illusion.

The Tokyo Dome, shining brightly in the night, now seemed to be burning with flames!

It's so hot!

……

Inside the stadium.

Shiraki Shō and Miyamoto Musashi both felt the temperature was just right.

The next moment—

Snapped!

The two retreated to a distance of about five meters from each other, and stood facing each other again, resuming their fighting stances.

The audience cheered and applauded continuously.

"Shiraki Cheng~!"

"You have to live!"

"The fight has begun!"

Thank you so much!

"..."

What the cheering audience was looking forward to was not a clash of muscles or martial arts skills, but the will that had settled in the hearts of the two men!

"..."

Miyamoto Musashi still did not draw his sword. He held his hands loosely, stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, maintaining a relaxed and powerless posture, as if waiting for an attack.

Let's look at the white wood support.

At this moment, Bai Mucheng stood sideways with his feet wide apart, his soles completely flat on the ground, his waist sinking and his steps dropping, making his lower body extremely stable.

With the left side of the body forward and the left hand half-open and loosely clenched in front of the abdomen, one can instantly change moves, launch a sudden grab and throw, and prepare for the transition between offense and defense.

Lean back on your right side, loosely clench your right hand into a claw shape with your palm facing down, raise it to your shoulder, relax your muscles and gather strength.

This stance, though only slightly different from Bai Mucheng's usual one, is more aggressive and fierce, clearly indicating an intention to "defend through offense"!

"Well……"

Musashi stared at all of this without changing his expression.

You don't even need to feel it; you can see with the naked eye that Shiramu Cheng's desire to attack is so strong that he can't suppress it.

Is this... insane?

Musashi couldn't help but consider Shiraki's feelings.

Could it be that the previous fierce attack had worked, causing Shiraki Cheng to lower his guard and attempt to seize victory with a quick offensive?

—Use the same fighting style as before, "footwork combined with fast punches"?

Shiraki's "exhaustion," which he seems to call "spiritual power," transcends the realm of "exhaustion." It's undeniably powerful, but...

Musashi looked puzzled, but he had already come up with a way to deal with the "spiritual power".

The next moment—

Boom!

Bai Mucheng's aura surged and twisted, he suddenly lowered his center of gravity, landed on the balls of his feet, and then jumped forward.

Rumble—!

A strange, booming sound exploded.

Bai Mucheng pushes off the ground with his right foot, lifts his left knee, raises his hands loosely in front of him, and slides forward along the ground.

He was accompanied by a phantom, his eyes flashing red light, and he drew two red lines in the air with his movements.

"—?!"

Musashi was startled in an instant.

Because he could see that although this was a "forward rush" and also relied on "exhaustion", this move focused more on ghostly footwork.

It's a different style and technique from "spiritual power"!

【Akagi o Ashura Senku】!

Wow!

Shiraki rushed towards Musashi, the sound of his charge through the air like the roar of a tiger.

"—!"

Musashi's gaze sharpened, preparing to prepare for the impending attack.

But Shiraki suddenly reached out his left hand, grabbed Musashi's right wrist, and then pushed off the ground to move sideways, circling around Musashi's right side to his back.

A trail of crimson black smoke followed!

It turns out that Shiraki Sei's "rush" was not connected with a striking technique, but with a grappling technique!

"brake!"

Shiraki shouted and punched Musashi hard in the lower back with his left fist, followed by a right hook punch to Musashi's back.

Bang!

Musashi stumbled, and before he could turn around, Shiraki Cheng twisted his feet and circled back to Musashi's left side to stand in front of him.

The red light in Bai Mucheng's eyes exploded like fire at this moment!

"Drink!"

With a loud shout, a left hook was thrown horizontally, striking Musashi squarely in the face, sending him flying backward.

boom!

【Asura Flash Sky o Oboro】!

Musashi coughed up blood from his nose all the way, and finally collapsed backwards.

"..."

Bai Mucheng landed firmly, his aura distorted, like wisps of black smoke rising and churning endlessly.

Just as Musashi judged, this was not a mental energy focused on exhaustion, but rather a surge of killing intent poured into "techniques" and "combat"!

This is the stance of "Aoki"!

—This power is the [Boundless Heavenly Rush]!

Chapter 712 Death Match

The ghostly, sudden attack left several afterimages in the audience's sight.

Whoosh~ Crack! Crack!

boom!

As Shiraki Cheng unleashed his final punch, Musashi flew backward, spraying blood all the way from his nose.

As Bai Mucheng lowered his waist and stepped forward, raising his left hand and right hand to strike the pose of "Wu Dao Tian Chong", the surrounding space distorted.

The "killing intent" within his stance was surging, intent on taking Miyamoto Musashi's life.

At the same time, Akuma's teachings resounded in Shiraki's ears.

Even the moon in the sky, if your fist can touch it, you shall shatter it!

"..."

The audience couldn't hear Akuma's words, but they were suddenly struck by the fact that at this moment, Shiraki Shigeki seemed capable of shattering even the moon in the sky!

Wow...that's amazing!

The audience members couldn't help but clench their fists and burst into heartfelt cheers and applause.

That's right, because of "liking".

They like to obtain what they have by "facing difficulties".

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