Super Fighting Tokyo.

Shiraki clenched his teeth and straightened his body, raising his right index and middle fingers to draw a crescent moon shape from bottom to top, then struck Musashi's jaw fiercely.

【Jamie o Dianchen】!

Snapped!

With a sharp crack, Musashi's jaw was struck by two fingers, causing his brain to vibrate violently inside his skull, and his eyes to dart around wildly.

"Screech—!"

Bai Mucheng shouted, lowered his waist, tightened his toes and pressed them to the ground, then relaxed and exerted force at the moment of starting, throwing out a left straight punch.

boom!

Musashi was struck hard in the abdomen and only managed to take half a step back.

"ah!"

Shiraki steps forward with his right foot, his right hand forms a claw with his five fingers, and he thrusts his right palm upward with great force, then smashes it into Musashi's chin.

[Akuma o Onikiri Combo]!

Ouch!

Musashi coughed up blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fell backward.

Shiraki Cheng, please follow again!

His eyes flashed red, and he dodged and shifted with his forward movement, leaving streaks of bloody light in the air, looking like a demon!

"Humph!"

Bai Mucheng quickly closed in, unleashing a fierce left straight punch, followed immediately by a right straight punch, with even greater speed and killing intent than before!

【Akuma o Kongo Scorching Fire】!

Bang bang!

Two straight punches landed squarely on Musashi's abdomen and chest, causing smoke to billow from his front. He staggered back a few steps before regaining his balance.

Musashi pursed his lips, about to twist his waist and launch a counterattack.

Bai Mucheng once again took large strides to catch up, leaving a trail of afterimages with a "Song," his fists clenched tightly as he unleashed a flurry of blows from both sides.

[Luke's Triple Impact]!

Bang bang bang! !

……

"...?!"

The onlookers stared wide-eyed.

Because we were close enough and had been watching for a while, we could vaguely sense that:

Compared to Miyamoto Musashi's bloodthirsty killing intent stemming from battlefield struggles, Shiraki Shō's "killing intent" is not pure.

To make an untimely comment—

Bai Mucheng simply followed his instincts and threw punches and kicks without any awareness whatsoever.

But at the same time, he is incredibly powerful!

It was so powerful that it could suppress Miyamoto Musashi and even launch a series of fierce attacks, forcing Miyamoto Musashi to retreat repeatedly and spit out blood continuously!

...Is Shiraki Cheng laughing?

Even though he was caught in such a deadly battle, even though he was covered in wounds and blood, he could still laugh!

"..."

The martial artists present could understand this feeling to some extent.

In particular, the likes of Izō, Baki Hanma, and Doppo Guji.

The deadly techniques they learned were so powerful that they couldn't be used against ordinary people, so they were naturally very happy to have the opportunity to fully utilize them.

"..."

Perhaps it was because I had been watching for too long, or perhaps it was Shiraki Cheng's unique captivating charm.

Gradually, even ordinary viewers noticed something:

The fighting techniques that Shiraki Seihiro used contained a killing intent that actually matched Miyamoto Musashi's "battlefield killing intent"!

Why is this again?

In this regard, Baki Hanma, the young champion who represents the pinnacle of modern martial arts, made a similar comparison.

In modern combat techniques, "duel" can be repeated as many times as needed.

However, the "duel" in the samurai era was a fight to the death with absolutely no mercy!

In terms of the "severity" of victory or defeat, the two sides are completely incomparable; "modern competition" cannot possibly win against "fighting to the death."

but……

Then, what should be done?

The "striking techniques" in the ring can cause the opponent to be "distracted" for ten seconds;

They can also use joint locks to force their opponents to surrender;

Furthermore, the "neck-strangulation technique" is used to make the opponent "faint";

—Do you understand now?

In every "modern combat sport," the winner has the power of "life and death."

Although it's not a life-or-death struggle, but...

Modern fighting techniques can absolutely kill!

Beneath the sweet caramel crust of "competition" and "rules" lies a fierce killing intent no less than that of "battlefield" or "ancient style"!

……

……

So, I understand!

Peel away that caramelized crust, and you'll see the fighting techniques...

Unleash the moves you've practiced countless times;

They regard the murderous intent within it as part of the "process," enjoying it to the fullest when it's used, and replacing it with something else when it's no longer needed.

—Let's go into battle lightly equipped and have a good fight!

"..."

Shiraki and Miyamoto Musashi paused simultaneously, each tilting their heads and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The next moment—

The two of them opened their mouths and shouted at the same time:

"bring it on!"

"Bring it on!"

Their voices mingled and merged, transforming into a ferocious roar of battle intent, which poured onto the two figures that charged forward faster than their voices could even be heard.

boom!

Shiraki Shō and Miyamoto Musashi clashed in front of countless witnesses.

Whoosh!

Miyamoto Musashi slashed diagonally with his right hand [without a sword], leaving another bloody wound on Shiraki Sho's chest, with large patches of bright red blood splattering out.

Shiraki Shō, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, raised his knee and thrust it upwards, lifting Musashi's right wrist.

In the next instant, Shiramu Cheng unleashed a flurry of attacks with both hands, slashing diagonally towards the center.

【Sagatsu o Tiger Rising】!

【Zangief O Fighting Spirit Burst O Russian Double Chop Palm】!

Clap!

Musashi's invisible sword in his right hand was shattered by Shiraki's hand strike.

"—?!"

Musashi's tiger eyes widened, and he was about to cut off the sword in his left hand again when he saw Shiraki twist his waist and swing his fists, smashing another invisible sword to pieces.

Zangief's Double Spinning Palm!

boom!

Musashi was also knocked back by this wrestling strike, and felt a tightness in his chest.

The state of perfect harmony between reality and illusion is fully realized at this moment.

He had come to regard this duel as a real battle, so the difference between "no sword" and a real sword was no longer there, causing Musashi to act subconsciously and retreat continuously.

Snap snap snap...

He retreated to a short distance away—next to the two swords, one large and one small, stuck in the ground—and pulled out the "long sword," Wuming Jinzhong.

click!

The real sword is drawn.

Musashi, looking like a demon, was about to regain his composure when suddenly everything went dark before his eyes. It turned out that Shiraki Shigetsu had stepped forward.

[Battle Aura Bursts Out with Shock!]

Ode!

A powerful, heavy punch struck the blade of "Nameless Golden Heavy" before it could straighten itself, delivering a sideways blow.

There was a loud "crack" sound.

Miyamoto Musashi's beloved sword, the Nameless Golden Sword, was smashed in two by Shiraki Masaru's punch.

"Haa!"