Super Fighting Tokyo.

Bai Mucheng's eyes narrowed.

A quick mid-section hook punch landed on Musashi's abdomen, followed by a sweeping right leg kick to Musashi's ankle.

Finally, take a small step back and then kick forward with your left foot.

Swish!

【Ryuo's Unbreakable Triple Strike】!

Musashi was kicked in the chest, and he slid backward, leaving two tire tracks on the ground before stopping five meters away.

"call……"

Bai Mucheng then exhaled a breath of hot air.

That speed was incredibly fast!

"..."

But when Shiraki looked up again, he was met with Musashi's gaze, and saw in it Meikyō Shisui, who could be described as "inhuman".

Neither his beloved sword broke nor the three consecutive blows could affect Miyamoto Musashi, nor could they separate him from his sword.

This is the "Way of Musashi"!

Also.

Want to be praised as a "non-human"...? The answer is simple: transform it into the "Tao"!

What Shiraki Shōka and Miyamoto Musashi need to do next is to pursue the question of "the Way"!

"..."

Bai Mucheng stood sideways, baring his teeth and roaring, asking the question that was the beginning, the question that must always be asked, and also the last question of this battle:

"Miyamoto Musashi!"

"—What is strength?"

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"—What is strength?"

Shiraki asked the question again.

To understand oneself, one must ask questions: ask others, ask oneself, even ask the divine, just as one seeks power.

As human beings, we must constantly ask questions, even ask them with our fists!

"..."

Bai Mucheng stood sideways, his left hand outstretched and pressed down, his right fist pressed against his chest to protect his ribs, his eyes looking forward to meet the swordsman whose face was like a ghost.

Even though he was covered in wounds, it didn't stop him from striking a pose, following his own instincts, and letting his fists and feet return to their proper positions.

Answer my question, Miyamoto Musashi.

I ask the question with my fists, and you answer with your swords—that's the only way!

The answer... lies in the battle...

"..."

Bai Mucheng's aura deepened.

At that very moment—

"Ha ha!"

Miyamoto Musashi burst into hearty laughter, his joy overflowing, a laugh that was more than an answer.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

About five meters away from Shiraki Shō, Miyamoto Musashi stood.

Like a painting.

The peerless swordsman wields two semi-transparent swords, one large and one small.

The knife tip drooped, the body was slightly hunched, and the feet were spread apart but not moving, making it impossible to tell where the center of gravity was.

My whole body was completely exhausted, my neck was slightly forward, my chin was not tucked in, and there was no stiffness anywhere.

His gaze was fixed straight ahead, sending chills down the spines of all who watched.

The next moment—

chap!

Musashi stands with his left foot to the side, his right leg slightly stepping forward, and his right foot moving forward.

Raise your left arm high, hold the short knife above your head with your left hand in a loose grip;

His right arm is extended forward, his right hand is loosely clenched at waist level, holding a long sword, the semi-transparent blade gleaming.

Watching this scene, every onlooker could realize...

Niten Ichi-ryu – has entered the realm of "No Sword"!

……

……

Shiraki strikes a pose; Miyamoto Musashi strikes a pose.

Shiraki Shō confronts Miyamoto Musashi.

then……

Shiraki takes a step forward! Musashi dives low to the ground!

Swish!

Forget time and transcend space, concentrate all "consciousness" on your own existence, and everything else is just distraction!

Swish!

They poured all their fists and slashes into each other and began to compete, questioning the "Tao"!

Strike vs. Slash!

That's exactly what happened!

Whoosh!

Musashi swung his sword with his right hand, slashing at Shiraki Sho's left upper arm.

Shiraki Cheng pursed his lips and roared angrily, throwing a heavy right punch straight at Musashi's face.

But at the same time—

Swish!

Musashi suddenly raised his left hand and blocked Shiraki's fist with his left palm facing outward, firmly grasping it in his hand.

Up to this point, Musashi has an absolute advantage.

But Bai Mucheng did not stop. His face was like that of a demon, and his fighting spirit surged on his right fist. He pushed off the ground and thrust forward, turning his calamity into a fist.

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[Haogui o disaster]!

boom!

The calamity strike, carrying the shockwave of the "Strike Without Strike," pierced through Musashi's left hand and slammed into his face, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

"Uh……"

Musashi lay on his back, spitting blood from his mouth.

……

"—!!"

Tokita Ohma clenched his fists, muttering in amazement, "As expected, we still have to end this battle with the [No-Strike Strike]!"

However, Yujiro Hanma, standing to the side, curled his lip and scoffed, "Hmph, that's not all..."

Tokita Ohma was startled, "...What!?"

"Dad is right."

Baki stared intently at the arena and said in a deep voice, "It's not over yet... the contest between slashes and strikes is not over yet!"

……

……

Boom!

The fist struck his face with a deafening thud, like the beating of a drum.

—The drums of war have sounded!

"Well--!"

Shiraki's left upper arm and Miyamoto Musashi's face were simultaneously slashed and blasted, leaving a wisp of white smoke, but the two did not stop there.

Ta-dong!

They stomped their heels on the ground at the same time, causing the ground to cave in and crack, bursting out grass and soil, and using the momentum to rush towards each other again.

Musashi lowered his right hand (without a sword) and slashed upwards.

Shiramu Cheng's right fist, the "Strike Without Strike," had just been thrown out when it instantly transformed into a palm, with the right palm falling and the left palm pulling back.

Rotate both arms in a circle in front of your body, and then strike down with your left palm, gathering power.

It's boxing!

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