Super Fighting Tokyo.

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Ode!

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Shiraki Cheng crouched down, took a step forward, pushed off the ground, and rushed to Miyamoto Musashi's side in an instant, followed by a rapid punch with his left and right fists clenched.

clap clap clap!

A rapid three-hit combo of drunken fist attacks.

Musashi raised his right arm to block, and his right hand unleashed an invisible sword slash diagonally.

Whoosh!

A translucent blade slashed in from Shiraki Sei's left shoulder, drawing a diagonal line like the hem of a monk's robe, before slashing out from Shiraki Sei's right waist.

In an instant, a tear appeared in Bai Mucheng's shirt on his left shoulder, and his entire body seemed to be sliced ​​open diagonally, with heat and pain surging up.

"ah……"

Shiramu gritted his teeth and endured the pain, took a step forward with his left foot, leaned forward, and used his left fist to strike horizontally from right to left.

【Jamie's Drunken Fist】!

call out!

He launched a forward attack, but Musashi dodged it by tilting his head.

Shiraki's movements didn't stop; he quickly retracted his left fist and struck Musashi's face again.

Snapped!

A crisp slapping sound rang out.

Shiraki followed up with a twisting step, turning his body clockwise, and with a fiery, intoxicated energy, thrust out his right and left fists in succession, attacking Musashi.

Boom!

Two quick punches struck Musashi in the chest.

At the same time, Musashi kept moving, seizing every opportunity amidst Shiraki's fierce attacks, using both his large and small swords to meet the onslaught with continuous slashes.

Whoosh!

The three consecutive invisible slashes struck Shiraki Cheng's two forearms and chest.

This is not a realm without swords, but rather a realm without visible swords.

However, due to Musashi's excessively strong grip, his slipping hands also possessed a certain degree of sharpness!

Pfft!

In an instant, a tear appeared in the chest of Bai Mucheng's shirt, and the skin on both forearms was also split open, with a few drops of blood gushing out!

"...!?"

Shiraki Cheng's eyes widened as he saw Musashi Cheng, still immersed in the strike, pursing his lips and exerting force, his face a mixture of smile and ferocity.

Infatuated, mad, love-struck...

He never wanted to be separated from swords in his entire life!

"call……!"

Musashi slightly opened his mouth, and wisps of white steam escaped from the corner of his mouth. In the next instant, he suddenly raised his right hand and punched forward with his right fist, which was gripping the invisible hilt of his sword.

Ouch!

What a powerful punch! It struck Bai Mucheng squarely in the face, hitting his vital spot.

Tsk!

Bai Mucheng was sent flying backwards, his eyes closed and mouth agape in pain, tears and blood gushing from his nose. He flew nearly ten meters before finally landing.

poof...

Bai Mucheng lay on his back on the ground, feeling a stinging pain in his nose, the stench of blood rushing to his mind, and his vision distorted by tears and crimson.

But despite the excruciating pain, he did not lose his strength; on the contrary, his muscles became even hotter, and countless moves erupted from his mind.

Blood vessels bulged out from the whites of his eyes, pulling at his pupils like chains.

The engine is roaring!

—Thorough unity of knowledge and action!

We need to fight...

Bai Mucheng clearly realized that what was about to happen was not a "competition", but a "fight to the death"!

—Fight with your life on the line!

Chapter 713 [Hadouken]

Bang!

Bai Mucheng, lying face up, exploded with a muffled thud, sending up clouds of dust.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Shiramu Cheng slapped the ground with both hands while simultaneously lifting his hips to form a bridge, causing his entire body to spring up from the ground in a "straight-up" position.

Drizzling...

Blood flowed from his mouth and nose, mixed with tears squeezed from his eyes, flowing down Bai Mucheng's cheeks, gathering at his chin, and finally falling to the ground.

In addition, the wounds on his arms and chest, though shallow, still oozed several streaks of bright red blood.

The amount of bleeding was enormous; it was truly horrific!

And the next second—

Snapped!

Bai Mucheng raised both hands and slapped his face hard, tears and blood splattering everywhere, then wiped away the rest.

At this point, only a little dirt remained on Bai Mucheng's face.

……

"...!?"

Some viewers were surprised by this scene.

"The bleeding...has stopped?"

"Bai Mu is alright!"

"He wants to continue!?"

"..."

In response, [Martial God] Yudi Dudu offered the following explanation:

"The answer is adrenaline!"

Du Bu squinted and chuckled slyly, "Brother Bai Mu's 'fighting spirit' drives his brain and promotes the secretion of adrenaline, achieving the best hemostatic effect."

……

In fact, as Yudi Dubu said, it's not just that.

How to "say" and how to "do" are two different things.

Previously, Shiraki Cheng had only "said" that this was a fight to the death, without really taking it to heart.

However, after he took a heavy punch from Musashi and his face was covered in blood, his brain "realized" that this was a fight to the death.

The engine roared, allowing him to put his knowledge into action and adjust his state to its best!

More than 36 trillion cells in the body are all prepared for a life-or-death battle.

This is much more effective than any adrenaline!

"..."

Bai Mucheng stood sideways.

The surrounding ink surged, outlining the phantom of the demon, who raised his right hand and slashed diagonally from the upper left to the lower right, his eyes flashing with a scarlet, ferocious light.

Akuma said in a deep voice:

{This so-called competition is simply a contest between participants, completely different from a life-or-death struggle.}

In the past, I once forced my way into some fighting tournament in search of a powerful opponent.

{Those who thought themselves strong and arrogant on the field were utterly vulnerable under my annihilating blow.}

{This is because it was merely a competition, not a matter of life and death, which allowed for the slightest carelessness. And this is precisely what led to their deaths.}

Gouki's aura twisted, transforming him into a demonic Asura.

{...Let's go for the deathmatch.}

Be prepared that if you fail to kill your opponent in one strike, they will counter-attack and kill you!

"..."

Shiraki heard it very clearly.

Facing Musashi, who wielded invisible swords of varying sizes, he suddenly leaped forward, his movements as swift as a streak of light.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!

In an instant, Shiraki Cheng had closed in on Musashi and followed up with a quick mid-section hook punch.

Snapped!

Musashi remained calm and started moving 0.5 seconds before Shiraki could react. He turned to the side and used his forearm to block, while simultaneously reducing the exposed area of ​​his body.