Super Fighting Tokyo.

A bright-minded person, an office worker taking the first step out into the world, a teenager exercising every day to achieve a great physique...

When faced with difficulties, stay true to yourself, don't follow the crowd, and possess the strength of a tangible "existence"!

These "powerful" qualities deserve praise!

That's right—

Humans love being powerful!

That's why people were overjoyed when the peerless Miyamoto Musashi was sent flying by a single punch from the spirit of Shiraki.

How fortunate I am to witness this scene!

Unfortunately, most people couldn't see the details of Shiramu Cheng's movements.

Only a few experts and close friends could keenly perceive the "ghostly" destructive impulse within Bai Mucheng's moves.

—A surge of murderous intent!

When moves and skills are honed to a certain "extreme point," they will trigger a "killing intent," a desire to end the life of the opponent before them.

Those who truly pursue strength must eventually confront this realization.

This awareness is called "the wave of killing intent"!

And what Bai Mu just made—

He lunges forward, grabs the wrist, moves sideways, strikes the lower back with both fists, and finally delivers a left hook to the face.

This series of powerful attacks was all driven by the "Surge of Killing Intent"!

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in the audience.

The main body of the body, still recovering from serious injuries, sat in a wheelchair and pursed his lips.

He murmured under his breath, "...There's murderous intent."

Upon hearing this, the ordinary spectators nearby nodded repeatedly, "Indeed, this isn't a competitive match, but a real battle fraught with killing intent!"

Headquarters: "..."

That's not what he meant, of course, but he was too lazy to correct him.

Meanwhile, Kaiya, understanding her teacher's thoughts, nodded in confirmation:

"Brother Bai went there with killing intent. His skill and technique have reached the level of possessing 'killing intent'!"

"This is different from the 'mental strength' realm of the [exhaustion] movement; that's the realm of 'technique'!"

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On the field.

"..."

Musashi opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. It seemed that he had taken a moment to recover from the fierce attack. His two tiger eyes regained their clarity.

He covered his face with his right hand and supported his waist with his left, panting heavily as he struggled to his feet.

It is not a "rushing technique", but a "grappling and striking technique".

The seemingly ambiguous move dealt Musashi unexpected damage, greatly enhancing its effectiveness.

"I see."

Musashi wiped the blood from his face and stood up again. "Shiraki, I've realized that your techniques can be used in actual combat."

"but……"

Musashi then changed the subject, a hint of lingering fear on his face, "Just now, when I fell, you had a great advantage, why didn't you pursue me?"

Shiramu Cheng raised an eyebrow and admitted, "It's too risky. 'Approaching' itself is an action, which will create a [frame] loophole."

“Even if you are down, using my ‘closeness’ to counter your ‘getting up’ is actually my disadvantage [frame].

"So, let's wait until you get up before we start fighting."

"..."

[Frame] - The "smallest basic unit" that completely connects different moves and actions.

This concept was still too new to Miyamoto Musashi during the Sengoku period.

But Musashi has already understood it in his own way.

Thank you for your guidance.

Musashi's tone returned to normal, even the cold sweat on his forehead disappeared, and he regained his composure.

"...!?"

The audience was shocked by what they saw.

Could it be that Miyamoto Musashi's disheveled appearance just now was all a pretense, a tactic to lure Shiraki into attacking?

Or perhaps, this calm state is just Musashi bluffing?

"..."

Bai Mucheng quickly came to terms with it.

Is Musashi's state a facade? It doesn't matter.

After all, he had seen the risks, even the disadvantages, of "pursuing" from the very beginning, so he did not consider this option at all.

And now, Musashi has stood up...

Bai Mucheng's figure gradually became distorted and blurred.

Transform the body, internal organs, bones, and so on into a weightless soul, then drive it with "consciousness"...

The next moment—

A bluish-purple light flashed, and Bai Mucheng stomped his foot on the ground, creating a crater in the court, before his body floated away.

[Vega's Mental Force Cyclone Impact]!

Whoosh—!

With a burst of mental energy, Shiraki Cheng's punch was amplified to its maximum power, heading straight for Musashi's head.

But when Shiraki Cheng threw a punch, he didn't hit Musashi at all.

"—!?"

Musashi squatted down with his right leg in a bow stance to avoid Shiraki's punch, while simultaneously kicking out diagonally with his left leg, striking Shiraki's left knee.

Snapped!

This kick caused Shiramatsu to lose his balance, forcing him to halt his attack and retreat.

"..."

Bai Mucheng stood sideways, his expression slightly surprised.

Musashi, however, remained calm, gently rubbing his feet together. "Hmm, my previous judgment was correct. I saw through this move as expected."

He stared intently at what was in front of him, making his own assessment:

"That's amazing. The level of exhaustion is very high, as if the body has no weight."

"—Unity of knowledge and action."

"It's almost as if the thought of 'moving' is instantly followed by the corresponding movement, eliminating the need to transmit the thought to the body."

"That's right, you possess that kind of power..."

"..."

Shiramu Cheng continued searching for an opportunity to attack, casually replying, "That's called 'mental power,' a power that originates from 'consciousness'..."

"That's pretty impressive."

Musashi bluntly stated, "If you want to deal with it, you must sense the 'aura' emanating from you 'the instant you act,' otherwise you will be caught off guard."

Such a profound truth was uttered by Musashi in a seemingly casual manner.

Perhaps it's a psychological tactic targeting Shiraki Sei;

Or perhaps, for Miyamoto Musashi, this was simply part of a "samurai duel," and nothing to be proud of.

"So……"

After saying this, Musashi drew both swords, large and small, along with their sheaths, from his belt and stuck them into the ground beside him.

Musashi returned to a standing position, with two invisible swords appearing in his hands, making his posture even more agile!

"Hum..."

He instinctively felt a glow on his face, and a pleasant, faint smile appeared on his lips.

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in the audience.

As Honbu Izo watched this scene, he couldn't help but frown, and said to Kaiya beside him:

"Look at the way he's beaming with joy."

"Moreover, Miyamoto Musashi hasn't gotten serious yet. Right now, he's only using the 'Invisible Sword,' and hasn't yet used the ultimate technique of the Niten Ichi-ichi—the 'Swordless Realm.'"

"The level of skill that Musashi displayed in his battle against Yujiro Hanma was something he hadn't even used yet!"

"But even if it wasn't taken seriously..."

Honbu gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead, unable to help but feel sorry for Shiraki.

"No, it should be said that 'because he wasn't serious,' that's why he was Miyamoto Musashi!"

"Bai Mu, be careful..."