Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Ha ha……"

At this moment, Musashi only had his left eye open, so he made a quick decision, bent down and slashed down with his sword, drawing a "line" on the ground in front of him.

This is also a little trick in sword duels.

If one eye is injured or temporarily unable to see, and one is in a state of being one-eyed, one cannot judge the distance between oneself and the enemy.

At this point, you can use your sword to draw a line on the ground to reference your attack range and control the distance between yourself and the enemy!

"..."

Musashi quickly completed all of this, and in the blink of an eye, everyone focused their attention on the enemy.

When he looked up, he saw not far away—

Bai Mucheng remained standing sideways, his left hand pressed down and outstretched, his right fist pressed against his chest to protect his ribs, his body swaying with the rhythm of his breathing.

Faintly, a bluish-purple afterimage remained in mid-air.

That was a deep blue darkness, possessing the malevolent light of [Exhaustion]—

Mental strength!

At the same time, a fierce glint flashed in Bai Mucheng's eyes, turning into two bright, scarlet spots that floated in mid-air, leaving two trails.

The ultimate battle and power, the pinnacle of technique, the ultimate fist, ruthlessly crushing all, a form as swift as a demon—

A surge of murderous intent!

Boom!

Stomping the ground and lowering his waist.

Shiraki Cheng's stance simultaneously mobilizes "spiritual power" and "waves of killing intent," transforming them into a form that embodies his "fighting spirit"!

same--

That's ridiculously strong!

Chapter 719 The Last Question

The ultimate form of "exhaustion" can be described as "mental strength";

The ultimate expression of both technique and combat can be described as "the wave of killing intent"!

Akuma once said:

Ultimate power, even if unattainable, should be approached with a reach.

{One strike at a time, thousands upon thousands, keep accumulating.}

Only in this way can we reach the summit!

"..."

Bai Mucheng stood in this form, his aura surging and distorting the space around him.

He has ingrained this move into his very bones!

Miyamoto Musashi was panting heavily. After a short while, he caught his breath, straightened up, and lowered his arms, standing up as if exhausted as a painting.

His eyesight has fully recovered, and he can see everything around him clearly.

Yes, that's exactly how it should be...

Whether it's the posture or the things we need to do right now, this is exactly how it should be.

Miyamoto Musashi thought so.

As a strategist, he never forgot to observe his surroundings while fighting, so he saw things very clearly.

Yeah, you're all here...

Mr. Tokugawa, Baki the Kid, Lord Doppo, Gensai Kuroki, "Strong Man" Yujiro Hanma, the headquarters, and even Pico are here~?!

I feel a bit sentimental...

I, Musashi, have suddenly arrived in the present world alone, from the Warring States period four hundred years ago.

Although some people—like Tokugawa—expected me to fight, they still didn't really understand these things.

In short, do I "know" you guys?

...That's a difficult question to answer.

After all, nobody understands me.

That's what Musashi thought.

Gentlemen, do you understand?

For me, Miyamoto Musashi, and my sword, the only way to understand each other, or even establish a "connection," is through slashing.

—A true slash

But the one who is struck down can never stand up again, and so my connection to the mortal world will be lost, and I will return to loneliness.

And Tokugawa...?

Yes, thank you, Tokugawa.

But I also know that your connection with me stems from your relationship with other martial artists, and once you strike them down, that connection will cease to exist. So how could I possibly steal your love away?

Every action and every profession has its flaws.

Logically speaking, I should be constantly fighting and climbing the ranks, standing out from the crowd, and then looking down on everything from the top, right?

But in this era, one can no longer rise through the ranks by killing.

No matter what, I am well aware of this kind of thing; the real world is not a place where one can "make a name for oneself by killing others."

I know perfectly well what's going on.

But I just want to "understand" you.

My sword, and I myself—both think this way.

"..."

Musashi widened his tiger-like eyes, pursed his lips, and stamped his foot, his demonic aura reappearing, distorting the surrounding space and making the onlookers breathless.

No need for words, just feel it.

That's right, I am the unparalleled one!

No matter how times change, no matter how long four hundred years may be...

I exist.

—At this very moment, I truly exist!

Miyamoto Musashi's arrival in the mortal world was not a "sudden intervention," but rather "as it should be"... "this is how it should be!"

You think so too, right, Shiraki?

Shiraki Shō exists, Miyamoto Musashi exists—these two “existing” people continue to fight at this moment, right?

That's right.

So, I'm not going to dwell on it anymore.

That's how it should be...

Keep cutting! Keep fighting!

Because of the desire to "cut" and the desire to "fight", right?

……

……

Miyamoto Musashi exists here, standing in this very moment!

Having figured these things out, Musashi smiled faintly, his aura becoming even more distorted, causing all the onlookers to break out in a cold sweat.

What a terrifying killing intent this is!

The peerless warrior, forged through battlefield experience, possesses such formidable power!

but……

The same applies to Shiraki Sei!

A heavy palm strike was delivered, carrying an invisible shockwave that pressed forward.

【Ryuo Hadouken】!

Swish!

[Strike Without Strike] is launched again, a rehearsal from far to near.

Musashi continued his movements, preparing to strike first after being caught off guard, leaving no opening whatsoever.

But the next moment—

唬！

Shiraki pushes off the ground, twists his waist, and leaps forward in an adventurous "jumping" motion, just as Musashi is fully focused on dealing with the attack.

Its appearance resembles that of a fierce demon or tiger.

His eyes, gleaming with a scarlet light, left two streaks of light in mid-air!

【Akuma o Hyakki Attack】!

Bai Mucheng quickly jumped up and changed his moves several times in mid-air before finally falling naturally. Just as his feet touched the ground, he suddenly delivered a low sweeping kick.

【Hundred Demons Attack O Hundred Demons Slaying】!

Snapped!

Musashi was kicked in the right ankle, and immediately stomped the ground and lowered his waist to stabilize his body.