Super Fighting Tokyo.

[No knife] - It worked!

Holding a semi-transparent sword in his right hand, he slashed down diagonally, cleaving Bai Mucheng's chest open and causing a burst of blood.

puff!

"—!!"

The experts stared intently at it.

Fortunately, the slash wound wasn't deep enough to be fatal.

Unfortunately, an invisible sword also struck at the same time, causing Shiramu Cheng's body to stiffen and making him clearly aware that he had been "cut".

It wanted to resist, it wanted to deny, but all 36 trillion cells in its body acknowledged it!

Swish-!

Taking advantage of Shiraki's stiff body, Musashi suddenly swung his left palm horizontally and struck Shiraki's eyes.

Snapped!

With a single blow, Bai Mucheng's eyes were forced shut, his teeth bared and brows furrowed, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

"I also like close combat."

Musashi casually remarked, then immediately followed up with a horizontal slash with his left hand, without a sword.

Whoosh!

The sword blade flashed with a cold light, cutting through the air with a sharp, piercing sound.

Bai Mucheng raised his arms to block, only to feel a sharp pain in his forearms as he was slashed, with two wounds on his left and right sides.

He even felt that his two arms had been severed, and his upper body had been cut in half, turning him into four pieces!

Bai Mucheng bared his teeth and glared, his eyes still brimming with tears, and cold sweat beading on his forehead. "~~~~!"

"Humph!"

Musashi gave a low, deep shout, his movements continuing.

With his face slightly turned to the side and his right shoulder leaning forward, he burst out like a bull, slamming his right shoulder and back into Bai Mucheng's body.

boom!

A loud, muffled thud erupted.

Bai Mucheng was almost in a daze. At this moment, he was hit so hard that his feet left the ground and he flew backwards for several meters like a puppet with its strings cut, finally kneeling on the ground.

"Cough...!"

Bai Mucheng coughed up blood, his eyes trembling uncontrollably.

That impact was incredibly powerful; an ordinary person might have been killed on the spot!

……

……

The onlookers stared wide-eyed.

They were fortunate to be close enough to see the details of the battle clearly.

But that's precisely why everyone was taken aback, completely unprepared for the "sword master" Miyamoto Musashi to make such a move.

Mitsuyoshi Muishi was taken aback. "A stab to the eye, followed by a side-step charge? Is that also a swordsman's move?!"

Chai Qianchun also broke out in a cold sweat, exclaiming in surprise, "It's like a brawl between thugs!"

Yuji Doppo nodded, "I see..."

At the same time, Izou of the main body also understood all of this.

"This is 'adaptability'."

The headquarters analyzed in a deep voice: "According to ancient traditions, Miyamoto Musashi in 'war' was certainly not limited to the so-called 'two blades clashing'."

"The so-called 'battlefield' is a fight between people with swords, spears, bows and arrows in their hands—the ultimate hand-to-hand combat."

"Completely different from modern warfare, where you can't even see the enemy's face."

"Imagine how many swords clashed, how many collisions occurred, and how many times were you surrounded in ancient 'wars'?"

"Slaying, assaulting, beating, stabbing, hanging, cutting, throwing, trampling, bouncing, slitting the throat, roaring..."

"It is precisely because he survived in such a battlefield that Miyamoto Musashi truly deserves the title of 'Peerless Under Heaven'."

Headquarters said solemnly, "Don't expect the miracle of 'Musashi being unarmed is not strong' to happen!"

……

……

Bai Mucheng, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up with trembling hands.

The bright red stain stained her top.

But apart from the blood he coughed up earlier, the bleeding from the cuts on his chest and forearm had slowly stopped.

It's adrenaline!

The intense fighting spirit remained, causing the brain to stimulate the secretion of adrenaline, thus achieving rapid hemostasis.

The engine roars, and now is the time to put knowledge and action into practice!

but……

Shiraki staggered and swayed, raising his bloodshot eyes to lock onto Miyamoto Musashi with difficulty.

Wow, that's really strong...

Even though I exerted all my strength and fully unleashed the "Surge of Killing Intent," even using the "Thousand Strikes in an Instant," I still couldn't defeat "Peerless Under Heaven."

Really...

Is this the end?

"..."

Musashi stood still, holding two invisible swords.

But after a brief pause, he too coughed up blood, his white teeth soaked in bright red, and he staggered slightly.

Musashi's swords are certainly formidable, but Shiraki's punches and kicks are no joke either!

"call……"

Musashi exhaled a large breath of hot, bloody air, his two tiger eyes wide open.

He stared at Bai Mucheng, then suddenly couldn't help but laugh, revealing a hint of helplessness and mockery.

"Yeah, I never thought I'd ask that question one day..."

Musashi chuckled to himself, then turned to Shiraki and asked, "—Shall we continue fighting?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng stood sideways.

His inner thoughts answered Musashi 0.5 seconds before his mouth spoke, and even before his voice.

Bai Mucheng gritted his teeth and spat out blood, then shouted in a deep voice, "Not bad, excellent!"

"..."

Musashi's smile turned into ecstatic joy, making his already eerie leopard head and piercing eyes appear even more bloodthirsty and twisted, revealing a gleeful demon's face.

"Hmm~~~! Haha, I did expect you to say that!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Musashi's smile softened slightly, but the corners of his mouth still turned up, as if his face was glowing.

He slightly raised his chin.

"Thank you, Shiraki, thank you for letting me chop you up as I please."

"Although it doesn't sound quite right..."

Musashi squinted and recalled:

"In my past life, when facing opponents I felled with a single strike, I always thought—"

"Ah! Get up now...! Get up and fight me one more time!"

"Is there no battle in this world that will never end no matter how much I 'slash' or 'chop'?"

"Slash once, slash twice..."

"A battle that wouldn't end even if I slashed you ten times, how come it doesn't exist?"

"This world is vast and profound..."

Musashi looked ahead, grinning maliciously.

"This is really interesting!"

"Bai Mu, I can slash you once, twice, three times, four times, five times... just how many times can I slash you?"

"How many times must I cut you before this battle ends?"

"..."

Miyamoto Musashi's words can be described as "madness" and "madness"!

The surrounding audience members were all sweating profusely, and they tried to keep their breathing as quiet as possible, for fear of being targeted by that rare man-slaying demon.

Only Shiramu Cheng smiled.

He looked at Miyamoto Musashi, who had a sinister grin on his face, and in his vision, ink-wash patterns surged, outlining one master after another, watching the battle from all around.

Don't worry, everyone...

Enjoy the thrill or anticipation of this moment to the fullest, whether it's good or bad, because it's not over yet!

Snap...

Shiramu Cheng stood sideways and moved his left foot slightly forward.

The next moment—