Super Fighting Tokyo.

The cheers were like waves, one after another.

Of course, Bai Mu's two doctor friends, Hao Hongye and Ying Chu, also stepped forward at this moment to bandage Bai Mu's wound and temporarily stop the bleeding.

Another doctor, arranged by Tokugawa, was sent to take care of Miyamoto Musashi.

The cheers grew even louder.

This is exactly what is meant by "a bustling crowd"!

Some might argue that the concept of "strength" is meaningless in modern society.

Some people might think that "fighting" is an unnecessary activity in modern society and find it incomprehensible.

However, when people witnessed this battle...

When people witness those—facing powerful fighters, or anyone who dares to face the strong—they still feel a certain power taking root and sprouting in their hearts.

People's hearts were deeply shaken as a result.

Those figures striving for strength are incredibly moving!

Thank you, Shiraki Sei.

Thank you, all you amazing people!

"..."

Hao Hongye and Yingchu provided emergency treatment for Bai Mucheng, temporarily relieving him of his life-threatening danger. However, due to excessive blood loss, his wounds still needed to be stitched up.

But that's enough.

You always have to do something cool to respond to the cheers and applause of the crowd, right?

After all, I want to live a more carefree life...

"..."

Shiraki Shiroki took a step forward, exiting the stage step by step, and walked towards the exit of Tokyo Dome.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...

The crowd naturally dispersed, making way for Bai Mucheng's fate.

As Bai Mucheng took a few steps and looked around more clearly, he suddenly felt a strong presence coming from both sides of the road.

"...!?"

Bai Mucheng looked up.

There, his friends and family stood on both sides of the road, cheering for Bai Mucheng and welcoming the victor home!

"Cheng, everyone's waiting for you!"

"Well done!"

"Kukaka, let's have another fight!"

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"Beautiful~?!"

"Congratulations, Brother Bai Mu."

"Shiraki Cheng, amazing!"

"..."

Faced with everyone's congratulations, Bai Mucheng grinned, and couldn't help but shed a few tears.

Swish!

He clenched his right fist, raised it high, and responded to the crowd.

Thanks……

Thank you for watching me fight!

……

……

Two days later.

early morning.

Inside a private ward at the hospital.

Shiramu Cheng was still wrapped in bandages, but he was already able to get out of bed. As long as he was careful with his movements, his wounds wouldn't reopen.

He got up, tidied himself up, and prepared to go home to continue his recuperation.

Just then, three friends arrived.

They are two doctors—Hao Hongye and Yingchu, and Yingchu's secretary and nurse, "Yi Zexinmei".

"Ah, you've recovered quite well. No wonder you've had such a well-trained body."

With dark circles under her eyes, Yingchu asked Bai Mucheng with a smile, "How are you feeling? Remember to sign the body donation form before you die!"

Bai Mucheng smiled dismissively, then changed the subject, "What brings you here?"

If it's just a regular visit, there's absolutely no need for all three of you to come together.

"Yes, something is indeed wrong."

As she spoke, Hao Hongye took out her laptop, opened a document, and showed it to Bai Mucheng.

"Miyamoto Musashi is not in mortal danger, but something miraculous has happened."

"This is a photo of him in his current condition."

"..."

Looking over, Shiraki saw that Miyamoto Musashi, lying on the hospital bed, was also covered in bandages, with splints tied to his hands and feet to prevent fractures.

These were all made by Shiramu Cheng, so there's nothing wrong with them.

What is most surprising is Miyamoto Musashi's "appearance".

At this time, Musashi still had a leopard's head and tiger's eyes, but his hair and beard had turned white, his beard was much thicker, and even the hair on the top of his head had fallen out!

...Musashi has grown old?

Hao Hongye explained, "The Miyamoto Musashi cloned by Tokugawa is a young man in his twenties."

"But after fighting you, Miyamoto Musashi aged decades overnight!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng blinked.

Yingchu then analyzed from the side, "In various rumors, there have indeed been similar cases, and there have been more than one."

"For example, the rumors from 1976."

"For example, the 'treasure hunter' Jack Lee Bionder, after finding a shipwreck treasure, transformed from a young man into a body befitting his actual age of 88 in just fourteen days, and died of old age naturally."

“If we’re talking about something closer, it’s Sibek, one of the ‘five death row inmates’.”

"He was a 97-year-old man with an extraordinary physique, yet he aged rapidly after his defeat."

"--above."

Yingchu speculated, "Perhaps it's because Miyamoto Musashi was defeated that he aged?"

"..."

Shiramu Cheng thought for a moment, then shook his head in denial.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, Gao Hongye was delighted, knowing that asking Bai Mucheng would lead to new discoveries, and quickly asked, "Brother Bai Mu, what do you think?"

Shiraki Cheng organized his thoughts and recalled:

“I heard Dr. Payne say that when the Miyamoto Musashi clone was first created, all his physical data were normal, but Miyamoto Musashi just wouldn’t wake up.”

"Afterwards, through the spirit summoning of Lady Tokugawa Kanko, the soul of Miyamoto Musashi was brought back, thus enabling Miyamoto Musashi's resurrection."

"During the spirit summoning procession, Miyamoto Musashi's appearance changed from a handsome middle-aged man to his current fierce appearance."

"Furthermore, scars even began to appear on Musashi's body!"

"—I think that's the key."

Bai Mucheng analyzed:

"Ms. Tokugawa Hanko said that if Miyamoto Musashi had not been born in a chaotic era and had not experienced war, he would have had that handsome middle-aged face."

"So, it was Miyamoto Musashi's soul that affected his body and appearance?"

"But thinking about it carefully, it's strange..."

Bai Mucheng shook his head and clicked his tongue.

"After all, it is well known that Miyamoto Musashi lived to the age of 62."

"If the appearance of his soul can truly affect the physical body, why does Miyamoto Musashi, who descended to the mortal world, have the face of a young man?"

Bai Mucheng smiled and said, "Of course, I am not questioning Ms. Hanzi's abilities, nor am I doubting the authenticity of Miyamoto Musashi."

"However, we may have overlooked the fact that the 'soul of Miyamoto Musashi' within the 'youth clone' is that of the swordsman who died at the age of 62."

"The 62-year-old Miyamoto Musashi has been using that youthful body."

"But now, that young man's body has aged? No, that's not right. I think this can actually be viewed from the opposite perspective..."

The truth might be:

"Miyamoto Musashi's clone body finally caught up with his 62-year-old soul and became a 62-year-old old body."

"Only now can Miyamoto Musashi be considered fully resurrected."

"..."

Yingchu and Hao Hongye were stunned.

Both of them are doctors, so they subconsciously analyze the problem from a medical perspective, thus ignoring the concepts of "spirit possession" and "soul".