Super Fighting Tokyo.

Is this really considered "modern combat"?

"Amazing!"

"Unimaginable! Beyond comprehension!"

"Is this how you decide the winner..."

"A top-level clash!"

"Wait, is this how it's going to end? Are you kidding me!"

"Why don't we just give those two guns?"

"..."

The vast majority of viewers were discussing their impressions, expressing either amazement or confusion.

However, other experts, such as [Martial God] Yudi Dudu, clearly understood the two of them better and also understood the "meaning" of this confrontation.

Instead of asking "Why fight like this?", it's better to ask "Why not fight like this?"

Even the most foolish person knows this.

Whether it's Shiraki Sho or Miyamoto Musashi...

For both of them, if they cannot cope with this situation, it is not a problem of "playing style", but rather a problem of insufficient "training".

Neither of them would make such an excuse while they were fighting!

In Shiraki Cheng's words—

Only by facing difficulties can we ask ourselves "what is true strength?"

Keep fighting...

Just keep fighting! Then you might be defeated, or you might overcome, or even break through!

……

……

On the battlefield.

As Musashi unleashed another illusory slash, he suddenly lost his strength and fell, then took a large step forward.

Ouch!

He rushed in front of Bai Mucheng, then suddenly took a step back, intending to feint a move at Bai Mucheng, but saw Bai Mucheng puff out his cheeks.

【Darsim Yoga Fireball】!

"puff!"

Shiraki exhaled a wave of air, causing Musashi to squint slightly.

Musashi immediately changed his move, slashing diagonally with his left-hand sword, while Shiraki stepped forward and pressed down with a powerful left hook.

[Luke's Raw Whip]!

boom!

Shiraki's left fist slammed into Musashi's face.

Meanwhile, Musashi's left-hand sword had already slashed at Shiraki's right cheek, whipping him and sending him spinning counterclockwise.

Snap!

Both men were struck hard in the face at the same time, and blood splattered everywhere.

Amidst the palpable soreness and intense pain, the two broke through the [Wave Ascension] stage of their contest and moved on to the next phase.

Chapter 716 Behind the Strength

Shiraki's punch and Miyamoto Musashi's hand chop struck each other's faces simultaneously.

Snap!

Visually, it's clearly more powerful than Musashi's move!

Boom! ! !

Bai Mucheng's right cheek was slapped with a chop, spinning counterclockwise like a top for several rotations, blood spurting from his mouth and nose.

He staggered backward and finally fell heavily to the ground.

The lungs were forced to contract and shrink, making it difficult to breathe and rendering the whole body immobile!

Now let's look at Miyamoto Musashi's side—

Although Shiraki's punch was a moment too slow, it still landed solidly, causing Musashi's body to tilt and his head and eyes to tremble.

L……

Blood was also gushing from Musashi's mouth and nose. He gasped for breath with his mouth open and could only forcefully maintain his balance by taking a lunge position.

"Hahaha……"

His right cheek was so numb from the blow that it felt like it didn't exist!

"Wow... amazing...!"

Musashi sincerely praised it.

He tried to regain his balance, but felt dizzy and swayed a few steps, ending up back where he had previously stuck the two swords in the ground.

"Whew~~~~!"

Musashi used the "Nameless Golden Weight" to steady himself, looked up at Shiraki no Sho not far away, and couldn't help but squint and purse his lips.

"Hmph, even my beloved sword can't hold back and wants to put an end to this battle..."

As he spoke, Musashi was about to draw his sword.

Suddenly the next second—

"!?"

Musashi could clearly sense the astonished looks from the spectators, as if something unexpected had happened.

"Well?"

Musashi turned his head to look.

Suddenly, about twenty meters to his right, two figures appeared, having jumped down from the distant stands and walked towards him.

It's actually [Champion] Baki Hanma and [Ashura] Ohma Tokita!

Baki smiled helplessly and said, "Brother Ohma, thank you for keeping me company."

Wang Ma scratched his head. "Actually, everyone wants to do this kind of thing, but I was sitting closest to you, so I followed along first..."

"..."

The two chatted casually, which surprised Musashi and even the audience.

"【Asura】and 【Champion】..."

"Is the battle about to end!?"

"They're on stage!"

"Are they going to stop Miyamoto Musashi?!"

"..."

But the discussion didn't last long.

Because the next second, an even stronger demonic aura erupted from almost the same location, sweeping around like flames.

"~~~~~!?"

Everyone stared wide-eyed as another dark figure slowly approached from a distance.

The man was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and cloth shoes.

With his bronze skin, dark red medium-length hair, strong features, and sharp eyes, he is the embodiment of "fierceness" and "anger"!

—It's actually Yujiro Hanma, the strongest creature on earth!

"...??!!"

Now, the audience was even more restless, their eyes wide open, their minds filled with countless questions and possibilities.

"Ooh!"

"It's Ogre!"

"The [Mega Breast] has entered the arena!"

"Is he here to fight Miyamoto Musashi!?"

"So Baki and his friends went to stop Yujiro Hanma?"

"I don't understand..."

"Mass battle!"

"..."

A commotion erupted in the stands, threatening to escalate into a disturbance, with figures moving about in the crowd.

A bead of sweat rolled down Wang Ma's forehead.

In contrast, Baki, though also nervous, remained remarkably calm, even putting his hands in his pockets and raising an eyebrow at his father.

"You stinky old man..."

Baki sighed helplessly and gestured to Shiraki, who was lying on the ground about twenty meters away, and Miyamoto Musashi, who was leaning on his sword.

"Are you planning to get involved in a fight between two people? That's not like you at all..."

"..."