Super Fighting Tokyo.

Martial artists living in the modern world rarely have the opportunity to fight on the battlefield.

Moreover, Musashi was certain that Shiraki Shō was not someone overflowing with "killing intent" and could not possibly have reached such a "dark" state.

But why do we see this in him?

"..."

Musashi stared wide-eyed at it.

Suddenly, he glimpsed a few wisps of "white" mist bursting forth, mixing with the boundless "black" around him, making the darkness less pure.

Hmm, that's right, isn't it...?

Killing intent is only one part of Shiramu Cheng's personality; there are clearly other elements mixed in with it!

...not pure.

Musashi couldn't resist his curiosity.

What he will encounter in this "darkness and white"—fists? Kicks? Elbows? Or a ferocious headbutt?!

What exactly is this move?

~~~~!

Suddenly, Musashi realized something.

He noticed that Bai Mucheng transformed into streaks of black smoke, spreading all around him and even across the sky, locking onto him firmly!

Ohhh~~~~

So that's how it is; this is the full picture of the move.

Countless afterimages of black smoke are Bai Mucheng's ultimate "will to strike"!

that's all.

Musashi pondered all of this for 0.000 seconds.

Alas!

We must be on guard—

The moment Musashi's thought arose, a black smoke phantom beside him solidified instantly, revealing himself to be Shiraki Shojin.

The remaining black smoke and afterimages were all clenched into invisible fists—all embodying the will of "Strike Without Strike"!

"brake!"

Shiraki stomped his foot and lowered his waist, unleashing a right straight punch that struck Musashi squarely in the abdomen.

boom!

A muffled thud exploded, Musashi coughed dryly, and leaned forward, curling up.

Shiraki pushed off the ground and twisted his waist, his figure shifting and dodging, before unleashing a powerful downward slash with his right-hand sword, striking Musashi's spine in the back.

Snapped!

Musashi gritted his teeth in pain, but before he could regain his footing, the next moment—

An invisible fist suddenly flashed and struck Musashi's right cheek with a powerful, semi-transparent uppercut, causing saliva and blood to splatter.

Shiraki Cheng's true form moves again!

The right-hand sword slashed down twice, smashing into Musashi's right shoulder.

Immediately following, a phantom of black smoke appeared, and a knee strike slammed into Musashi's face, its fierce intent unleashing a wave of killing intent.

Bang-!

After the first strike, Bai Mucheng's attacks became faster and faster, accompanied by black smoke and afterimages, his frenzied energy bursting out and exploding, almost out of control!

Fist, elbow, knee, palm, leg...

Countless striking techniques, alternating between real and feints, bombarded Miyamoto Musashi at a tempestuous frequency.

The waves of murderous intent surged incessantly!

"—!"

Musashi pursed his lips, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to swing his sword and counterattack.

But those hundreds and thousands of black smoke afterimages—that [unstrike-free strike] filled with the will of the white wood—have transformed into an invisible fist with an unimaginable density of strikes!

Bang bang bang bang bang——! ! !

The real and the illusory are intertwined, yet they are one!

Fists and kicks, light and shadow, intertwined, like an impenetrable net, enveloping Miyamoto Musashi, each move different!

beat!

One strike can multiply into a thousand, and a thousand strikes can be reduced to one!

Beaten—

A thousand blows in an instant!

Unrivaled and unparalleled!

The ghosts are wailing!

Therefore, the powerful demon is formed!

boom!

The heavy punch landed with a thunderous roar, slamming into Musashi's abdomen and slamming him to the ground, causing the surrounding ground to crack and split open like a spiderweb.

Rumble rumble rumble...

The crimson killing intent surged and floated in the cracks like restless lava, as if it were about to burst forth from the ground at any moment.

……

……

Such a scene is terrifying, yet so powerful that it compels viewers to watch!

They could see that Shiraki Cheng unleashed a thousand blows in an instant, slamming Miyamoto Musashi to the ground.

And when the final blow lands, all the blows are reduced to one.

The horizon was completely swallowed by the crimson black smoke of killing intent. Everything seemed to have been erased, leaving only him who had been knocked down and him who was standing!

Bai Mucheng stood there.

There was still a lingering aura around him, his back was slightly hunched, and wisps of white smoke emanated from every muscle in his body, making him look like a demon or a monster, which made people break out in a cold sweat.

Such a posture truly embodies the word "divine being"!

……

……

Shiraki stood there, turning to look back at the fallen Miyamoto Musashi, wisps of white smoke flowing from his mouth.

He could definitely feel the fist hitting Musashi;

He could indeed feel that Musashi's vital points were being fiercely attacked by his fists and feet.

Miyamoto Musashi—indeed, he was defeated!

But...

Shiraki turned around, looked down at the fallen Musashi, and murmured, "It's not over yet, is it? How could Miyamoto Musashi lose like this?"

"..."

Musashi did not respond.

Seeing this, some of the audience members were already quietly amazed.

"You won, right?"

"There's been no movement at all, could he be dead?"

"Wow! Even the ground has been shattered!"

"He was hit by a series of fierce blows..."

"..."

Just as the gasps of amazement grew louder, easing the tension somewhat, suddenly—

Whoosh!

Musashi's real body lay on the ground, but the semi-transparent Musashi phantom suddenly swung its sword forward.

A flash of cold light from a sword.

Shiraki leaped back slightly, avoiding Musashi's blade, his expression one of utter surprise, completely unprepared for Musashi's actions.

The audience erupted in gasps.

"Musashi still wants to fight!"

"They can't even move, and you still want to strike..."

"The Demon Slayer!"

"..."

Shiraki Seiya couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Hmm? Hmph..."

He clenched his fists and quipped leisurely, "Even if you're lying on the ground, you're still swinging your knife at me, trying to chop me into eight pieces?"

"Miyamoto Musashi's slashing awareness is truly remarkable... Are you kidding me?!"

As Bai Mucheng was speaking, he suddenly turned ferocious, bared his teeth, and roared, startling the surrounding audience.

What madness is this?

Only the group of experts, each with their lips pursed or arms crossed, understood Bai Mucheng's meaning.

Lying on the ground, yet still wanting to slash?