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This kind of shameless, coquettish behavior is absolutely not something Miyamoto Musashi would do!

"call……"

Shiraki exhaled a breath of hot air and said leisurely with a smile, "Stop pretending, Mr. Musashi. I won't be angry, and I won't leave until you stand up."

"..."

Musashi did not answer, but the slashing continued.

Whoosh!

Two more cuts.

Shiraki Cheng pouted and hesitated, but he had no intention of stepping forward, regarding it as part of Musashi's feigned provocation.

But then—

Whoosh!

Musashi's semi-transparent phantom slashed at invisible swords in all directions, without even targeting Shiraki, it was just slashing randomly!

Indiscriminate hacking...?

wrong!

Everyone, including Shiraki Sei, suddenly realized that Musashi's semi-transparent phantom was not targeting Shiraki Sei.

More accurately, not Shiraki Cheng at "this moment"!

The invisible sword he swung at were the black smoke phantoms that Bai Mucheng had transformed into when he unleashed the [Thousand Strikes in an Instant]!

Each phantom of black smoke was a strike of killing intent.

Each swing of the semi-transparent Musashi countered the attack, slashing and destroying the black smoke phantom!

"~~~~~!!"

Everyone stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the scene.

Still cutting...

Miyamoto Musashi is still slashing, and he's getting faster and faster at it!

Whoosh!

Hundreds and thousands of slashes fell upon hundreds and thousands of black smoke phantoms, decapitating them one by one with vertical, horizontal, and diagonal cuts...

It slashed with a chilling light, its movements ever-changing!

...Whoosh!

With the final strike, the translucent Musashi killed the last "black smoke afterimage," then sheathed his sword and vanished without a trace.

"..."

Musashi's body trembled, and he finally managed to stand up, his face covered in blood, his pupils blurred and dilated.

Undoubtedly, Miyamoto Musashi was badly beaten.

Even in such a tragic state, the audience gasped in amazement.

"Whoa! He's standing up!"

"That's amazing..."

"Swordsman!"

"Incredibly strong!"

"..."

Even Shiraki Sei thought so.

Because both the audience and Shiraki Sei himself, after witnessing those thousand-plus "swordless" slashes, were convinced of one thing—

Even if he uses "A Thousand Strikes in an Instant" again, Miyamoto Musashi can still parry it.

Musashi devised a countermeasure against the ultimate technique of unifying a thousand strikes into one!

"..."

Musashi's aura distorted, but his eyes gradually regained their clarity.

Bai Mucheng stood sideways, his pupils trembled, and he felt a chill run down his spine, even getting goosebumps!

"if……"

Bai Mucheng boldly deduced, "If I were to throw two more light punches at you now, unleashing a Thousand Strikes in an Instant, I would most likely be intercepted and killed, right?"

"Ha ha……"

Musashi grinned, letting the blood flow from his mouth, looking utterly terrifying.

He neither confirmed nor denied it, but his smile tacitly acknowledged Bai Mucheng's words!

"but……"

Bai Mucheng abruptly changed the subject, his aura hardening as he shouted in a deep voice, "I still have to fight!"

Having said that, Bai Mucheng took a small step forward—

"Ouch!"

Musashi suddenly spoke up.

Whoosh!

Shiraki Cheng had just taken a step forward when Musashi swung his sword at him with such speed that the movement was invisible. He delivered a [Swordless] slash to Shiraki Cheng's left thigh.

puff!

In an instant, a bloody gash appeared on Bai Mucheng's left leg.

"—!?"

That speed was ridiculously fast!

Musashi continued his movements, his right hand, without a sword, thrusting upwards and twisting, aiming at Shiraki's vital abdomen.

Shiraki Shigeyu gritted his teeth and focused his mind. He lunged inward with his left leg and swung his right palm downward, striking Musashi's right hand horizontally along the trajectory [without a sword].

[Aura Parry]!

Snapped!

Musashi's pursuit was initiated.

Even so, Shiraki's left hand was still numb from Musashi's "No-Sword" attack, and it trembled several times before stopping.

Miyamoto Musashi is serious after all!

"Humph!"

Musashi grunted and suddenly brandished his sword with both hands, as if getting used to the feel of it, or as if intimidating and demonstrating against Shiraki.

"Very good, the swords have gained weight."

Musashi's eyes widened, his fighting spirit distorting as he looked into space, leaving only the figure of "Peerless Under Heaven" standing between heaven and earth.

"Slaying, charging, assassinating, striking, grappling... all with ease."

"I!! I am now completely at ease...!!"

"..."

Ode!

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Bai Mucheng lunged forward, paused just as he took his first step, then suddenly accelerated a second time, pushing off the ground and kicking forward.

[Ryuo Uppercut Kick]!

Swish!

An extremely fast front kick headed straight for Musashi.

Musashi's action was unexpected; he actually raised his eyes, as if he were admiring the scenery!

The next moment—

Musashi slightly turned his body to dodge Shiraki's kick, and then, at almost zero distance, he made a close-range diagonal slash with his right hand [without a sword].

Alas!

Such a dazzling place, such a beautiful night, deserves a strike, a sword to be wielded and men to be slain!

Whoosh—

puff!

Shiramu Cheng's shirt was ripped open at the chest, and blood gushed out.

Chapter 718 [Battle Spirit] - [Form]

Musashi looked up at the sky.

Enjoying the scenery in Musashi.

Musashi slashes.

Whoosh!

—Shiraki Cheng has been beheaded!

Even Motobu Izo, who had fought Musashi, couldn't help but widen his eyes and repeatedly recall what had just happened.

That was a slash that was almost at point-blank range...!!

At this distance, can Miyamoto Musashi still unleash his "No-Sword" attack?!

That's not all...