People are in the dome fighting arena, merging with the Saitama template!

Baki's victory seemed so clean and incredible to most people. He used all of his Juukisai Ouma and used most of his Nihu-ryu.

Facing such a strong enemy, Baki ended the battle with just three moves...

Such a powerful Baki made many players secretly raise their guard and pray that they would not encounter such a powerful opponent in the future.

……

On the other side, in the lounge, the atmosphere in Luo Zhu's room was quite harmonious.

They ate and drank as usual, and it seemed that they were treating this competition as a pastime.

Until... a short, stocky, middle-aged man with disheveled hair walked through the door, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly took a turn for the worse.

""Who is it?"

Guo Haihuang was the first to exclaim and stood up, his eyes behind the sunglasses were extremely solemn.

Lie Haiwang, Huashan Xun, Shechuan Gangqi and other strong men also stood up unconsciously, their momentum condensed together, and they all looked out the door.

The reason why the heroes had such a big reaction was because they felt a huge malice at the same time.

This feeling was not like the powerful feeling given by Hanma Yujiro, as if in front of them was a villain standing with a knife, who could kill them at any time!

Only Luo Zhu was lying in the middle of the crowd, still casually picking his teeth with chopsticks broken into two sections.

……

"Oh! It's very lively here."

"Is there anything to eat?"

The middle-aged man outside the door looked like a demon, with high cheekbones and inverted triangle-shaped eyes. His voice was like a jackal, hoarse and sharp.

Especially the two samurai swords hanging from his waist, which made everyone present look at him sideways.

"Who are you……"

Lie Hai Wang took a step forward and took the initiative to talk.

But before the other party could answer, the others in the room said in unison:

"Miyamoto Musashi!?"

""Miyamoto Musashi!"

The voice was extremely sure, but the tone was full of self-doubt.

This contradictory performance was clearly demonstrated when they saw the man outside the door.

That's right, even if they guessed the identity of this middle-aged man, they were a little bit unbelievable.

Who is Miyamoto Musashi!?

A famous swordsman in the history of Neon Country!

The most important thing is, this guy was a person hundreds of years ago, how could he appear now!?

Even though they had endless doubts about this identity, from the way this middle-aged man walked, the aura he exuded, and even his appearance...

This guy can only be Miyamoto Musashi, he can't be anyone else!

After the atmosphere was silent for a moment, Miyamoto Musashi broke into Luo Zhu's private room on his own.

"There are quite a lot of people!"

After sighing, Miyamoto Musashi sat opposite Luo Zhu.

He picked up a pair of clean chopsticks and began to eat the food on the table.

During the whole process, no one in the audience said a word, but just watched Miyamoto Musashi eat quietly.

When he was almost done, Miyamoto Musashi patted his belly and looked around.

"You guys have pretty good eyesight!"

"I didn't expect that someone would still remember me even though I've been dead for hundreds of years!"

Miyamoto Musashi sat upright and finally admitted his identity.

For a moment, the others all looked at him in surprise.

"Is he really Miyamoto Musashi! ?"

"Could it be that he was a stuntman hired by Mr. Tokugawa?"

"I recognize those two swords. They are the twin swords used by Miyamoto Musashi, a treasured Japanese sword. Getting these two swords for an actor... is not worth it."

"No matter what, why not give it a try and you will know! ?"

Seeing the atmosphere gradually becoming tense, Retsukai and Kaoru Hanayama stood on either side of Miyamoto Musashi without saying a word.

Facing the pincer attack from the crowd, Miyamoto Musashi raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled meaningfully. He grabbed the table with his stubby fingers and picked up a chopstick at random.

Instantly!

The air around him seemed to have dropped to the freezing point, and the malice that seemed to be targeted by a hunter was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, spreading along the back to the whole body.

Everyone stared at the chopsticks in Miyamoto Musashi's hand, unable to take their eyes off for a long time.

It was clearly a fragile, thin disposable chopstick.

Even if three of them were stacked together, ordinary people could easily break them.

But now that it was held in the hands of this person who seemed to be Miyamoto Musashi, it seemed to have instantly turned into the sharpest weapon!

In a trance, when he looked over again, was that chopstick in Miyamoto Musashi's hand!?

It was clearly a sharp short samurai sword!

After seeing it as a sword, there was no going back.

""Puff!"

In a flash, Miyamoto Musashi gently cut through the air with chopsticks in his hand.

At that moment, everyone heard the sound of a sword cutting through flesh and blood!

Then their muscles tightened, and a severe pain made them twitch on the spot.

"I...I was stabbed! ?"

"What kind of move is this! ?"

"I seem to have died once before."

"It's clearly a chopstick, but it's as sharp as a sword when used. I guess the guy in front of me must be Miyamoto Musashi!"

After a while, many people who were hit by the"Mind Slash" woke up, and commented with sweat on their foreheads.

Miyamoto Musashi seemed to be accustomed to this.

He turned his head to look at Luo Zhu, and at the same time, his arm was placed on the real handle of the sword at his waist.

"Young man, come and fight with me!"

"how?"

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