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Shiraki then followed up with a right sweeping kick, aiming for Musashi's shin, but Musashi dodged it by stepping back.

Swish!

Musashi raised his right hand, and the invisible short sword slashed upwards, but Shiraki stepped back to avoid it.

"brake!"

Bai Mucheng pushes off the ground and twists his waist, kicking forward with his left foot.

【Ryuo's Unbreakable Triple Strike】!

Swish!

The sharp foot blade was about to hit Musashi, but Musashi pushed up with his left palm and struck Shiraki's heel with a muffled thud.

boom!

"Ugh~~~!?"

Bai Mucheng winced and frowned in pain.

He stomped his left foot hard, tensing his left leg muscles to relieve the pain, then clenched his fists and punched hard from both sides.

[Luke's Triple Impact]!

Bang bang bang!

After a series of heavy punches, he followed up with a series of left jabs, striking Musashi's chest, nose, and throat.

【Ed's Flash Strike Combo Skill】!

Whoosh whoosh!

The relentless onslaught continued, with each jab followed by a change of tactics, kicking and striking with lightning speed, while Musashi countered each move.

The two moved so fast that they were invisible, even their arms were not clearly visible, and their footsteps became semi-transparent due to their rapid movement.

{…}

Not far away, beside Akuma, Ryu's phantom gradually appeared.

The two masters watched their disciples fight.

Long nodded with a faint smile, {Yes, that's how you fight!}

Gouki scoffed, "Killing intent is the essence of battle; martial arts without essence are merely decadent. But he hasn't yet mastered this."

Long sighed helplessly, "As expected, you're still the same."

Akuma, however, changed the subject, saying, "But this is for the best..."

He waved his hand again, {Only one person can reach the pinnacle of power, but this path cannot be forged by one person alone.}

Only by fighting to the death with the strong, and surpassing them, can one ascend to the heavens.

The path to the afterlife is never an easy one for those seeking salvation.

{As long as I can move even one finger, I will continue to fight to the death.}

The demon nodded, his white tendrils swaying in the wind. "In the end, I will be left to rot in some desolate wilderness; it is my destiny!"

{…}

As for Akuma...

More accurately, regarding that "wave of murderous intent," Long neither accepted nor resisted it, following his own nature in everything.

This is the path that Long found.

At this moment, Takashi was certain...

Facing the "peerless warrior of another world," Miyamoto Musashi, their disciple, Shiraki Sei, is also searching for his own path.

You should see this clearly now...

You mentioned that which is above "strike"—[Strike Without Strike]!

{…}

Shiraki Cheng is still fighting!

He practiced countless times every day, and each time he would be overjoyed by the blows—the blows poured down on Miyamoto Musashi.

Whether it's a punch, a kick, an elbow, a knee, a chop, or a stab...

That was truly exhilarating!

But Shiraki always felt that this was not enough, and that there was still a further "blow" to be dealt, so he was unwilling to give up.

clap clap clap!

When the last three quick shots landed, Musashi did not dodge, but blocked them all with his hands or forearms, thus avoiding injury.

Swish!

He swung his sword to strike, but missed.

Bai Mucheng had already taken a step back and jumped back five meters away, still standing sideways in his most familiar fighting stance.

The audience gasped in surprise.

"Oh oh~~~~!"

Those who had witnessed Musashi's battles couldn't help but widen their eyes in astonishment.

Shiraki Shō dodged Musashi's invisible slash!

Of course, to be more precise, it was actually Shiraki who anticipated Musashi's slashing motion and jumped back to dodge it.

"Well……"

Musashi's tiger-like eyes remained unchanged, his hands hung naturally at his sides, and wisps of white smoke rose from his palms and forearms.

"That was quite a display of bare-handed combat."

He carefully felt his hands, muttering to himself, "Various styles, and incredibly powerful, ugh! My hands are numb from all the beatings..."

“But,” Musashi changed the subject and laughed, “mere hand-to-hand combat is no match for Musashi’s sword.”

I don't know if that's true or false.

Do they really believe that? Or are they just bluffing?

"..."

When Shiraki Shigeaki did not reply, Musashi was about to speak again.

Suddenly, Musashi noticed that Shiraki's expression was a little off; it seemed as if he hadn't heard what Musashi was saying at all.

At this moment, Shiramu Cheng was completely immersed in the "attack".

...It's not over yet!

Musashi realized this and perked up.

At this moment, in Bai Mucheng's eyes, large areas of ink-wash lines surged and transformed into one after another phantom image of his master.

Ryu, Guile, Luke, Rashid, Sagat, Dee-Gee, Edward, Dalsim, Ken, Chun-Li, Akuma.

--above.

Not all masters are like this, but they all share a similar common trait.

Even though their styles differ, and it's uncertain whether these are their signature moves, each of these masters has a special "striking" technique they excel at.

They came to witness it!

Therefore, Shiraki Cheng intends to give it his all...

"call……"

As mentioned before...

Constantly examine yourself, push yourself, face things as your true self, and then ask yourself questions!

What else lies beneath that wave of murderous intent...?

"..."

Bai Mucheng stood sideways, his aura surging, but no longer distorted or blurry, but as dazzling and sharp as thunder!

He stood firmly on his left and right, his hands forming claws as he gathered strength in front of him.

"Drink~~~~ Ha!!"

With a loud shout, Shiraki Cheng completed the charging of his [Wave Palm Strike] and thrust it forward—to Miyamoto Musashi, who was five meters away.

An invisible fist has been thrown!

Whoosh—!

In an instant, an overwhelming sense of shock swept over them, causing Musashi to squint his eyes and the surrounding grass to rustle.

In the end, even the audience behind Musashi felt a deep sense of awe!

An invisible... shockwave?

The audience members stared wide-eyed.

Was that a "crackdown"? Or something else?

No, no, no, it's still a blow after all!

But the key point is not the feeling of "shockwave" or "shock", but the shape of that move - that "strike" itself!

Splash splash splash splash...

The lawn rustled in the wind.

The audience could clearly see that within the form of that "invisible strike" lay Shiraki Cheng's "will"!

What... what level of skill is this...?!

The audience gasped in amazement.

Meanwhile, some spectators who experienced that "night of three consecutive battles" recalled the scene.

Shiraki Shō and Miyamoto Musashi went berserk in the arena.