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However, after taking only a few steps, his steps stopped.

"Hey, what?"

Miyamoto Musashi, who was keenly aware of the strange aura, turned his head and looked at the sewer entrance to the side in surprise.

He could feel that there was a dangerous "beast" there.

And as if because he knew that he had been discovered, the rustling sounds suddenly became clearer.

Miyamoto Musashi looked interested as he looked at the creature the size of a wild cat that bit through the iron grating at the sewer entrance and slowly emerged.

"I didn't expect that four hundred years have passed. Not only have there been so many weird things, but even the mice have changed?"

After sizing up the fierce-looking little guy in front of him, he couldn't help but marvel.

"This actually makes me curious about what the giant ape that was beheaded will become in this era. Has it not turned into a monster that cannot be killed no matter how hard it is beheaded? Haha."

Miyamoto Musashi was amused by his words, and even some of the annoyance in his heart was dispelled.

But in the shadow behind him out of sight, a few strange rats with blood dripping from their mouths were already staring at his exposed neck.

And in the next moment.

They were powerful enough to kill tigers and leopards, and at the same time they pounced out fiercely and silently, and opened their sharp claws.

"Qiang——"

...

at the same time.

On another street a few miles away.

A burly, bald man who was blind in one eye and wearing a black eyepatch was on his way to Tokugawa Prefecture.

He obviously has exaggerated and explosive muscles, but his steps are as light as a cat's steps, without making any sound, and his body is always in a relaxed state, so that he can always respond to sudden attacks.

His name is Yu Di Du Bu.

He is the founder and first chief director of the Kamishinkai, the largest karate group in Japan.

Due to his undisputed strength, he is respected as the "God of War", "Man-eating Python" and "Tiger Evil" by the world.

Those fists, which have been tempered for thousands of times and are comparable to weapons, have been evaluated as having the same value as diamonds of the same weight.

Not long ago, he was still practicing waterfall bathing, but that was already over because he saw a man on TV.

A man who calls himself Miyamoto Musashi.

The opponent's "empty-handed" swordsmanship and unparalleled power made him feel trembling and excited from the bottom of his heart when he dealt with the policemen who went to arrest him.

Perhaps most people would regard the man's claim as a joke or a show, but as a boxer, he could clearly understand it.

That is me.

Regarding this point, other boxing masters will probably think so after seeing that video.

And now, he wants to go to Tokugawa Mansion in person.

Because he believed that all the strong men who had shown their strength in Tokyo would definitely be able to get relevant information from Mr. Tokugawa, who was the master of the underground fighting arena in the dome and had information about all the strong men at home and abroad.

He wanted to see with his own eyes the unparalleled Miyamoto Musashi.

Then, as a boxer, fight head-on with the opponent who is a swordsman.

Emotions of excitement and excitement are building up inside.

But the next moment, the originally relaxed and strong body suddenly became tense, as if he instinctively sensed some danger.

Immediately assuming an impeccable posture, Yudi Dobu glanced at the direction of the dangerous aura with cold eyes.

Then, he froze.

Because at this time, he really saw a very strange scene.

It was a strange, unusually large rat, tearing at the corpse of a ferocious-looking wild cat in the shadow of the wall at the corner of the road.

The neck had been completely bitten off, and the mutilated cat's head rolled aside. Although the limbs were still there, the flesh and blood in the abdomen had long been devoured, and even the intestines and organs had disappeared, leaving only the pale spine.

This disgusting and bloody scene is enough to make any ordinary person vomit or scream in fear.

But Yu Di Dobu's expression didn't change much, he was still calm.

But the surprise in One Eye could not be hidden.

"I actually felt threatened by a mouse...is this a genetic mutation?"

He made a joke to himself that was not funny.

But at the next moment, Yu Di Dubu couldn't laugh at all.

Because under his shocked eyes, the skinny, strange-looking mouse suddenly got into the belly of the wild cat that had been bitten empty. Then, the huge wound began to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Several tentacle-like things stretched out from the broken part of the neck. After swaying slightly in the air for a few times, they instantly wrapped around the incomplete cat head on the side and reinstalled it directly back to its original place.

The long-dead body began to twitch violently, and at the same time it continued to expand and become distorted.

After a few seconds.

The cat corpse got up.

"..."

Witnessing the entire plot of a horror movie, Yuji Doppo silently put on his strongest posture.

He looked at the cat corpse, which had swelled to the size of a military dog. Under half of its bloody face, a cracked skull was looming.

The sightless eyes made him feel unspeakably horrified.

A chill ran down my spine.

"Hey, hey, are you filming a movie?"

As the strongest karate master in the world, Yuchi Doppo, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and the corners of his mouth were raised forcefully.

"This sense of oppression...has surpassed the Siberian tiger I once solved alone."

"Ho ho ho!!!"

A deafening roar came.

The cat corpse that finally stopped deforming disappeared instantly.

A sharp claw capable of tearing steel was already facing him.

"Bang!!!"

...

An urban area with a relatively sparse population density.

A dilapidated dojo that no one cares about quietly welcomes the moonlight.

The old wooden boards were hung casually, with a few words written on them like wild cursive.

Motobu style jujitsu.

There was a quiet atmosphere in the dim dojo.

A man who has completely restrained his aura, wearing a black Jiu-Jitsu uniform, and has already entered his old age, is sitting here quietly and alone.

On the surrounding walls, there are also an astonishing number and variety of "outdated" weapons that are not used in modern times.

Sticks, bows, spears, swords, naginata, ropes, sickles, shurikens, and even smoke bombs specially made from gunpowder are countless.

He is proficient in all these.

"call--"

After a long period of silence and meditation, he finally let out a long breath.

His eyes slowly opened, containing a light that should not belong to his age.

His name is Motobu Izo.

He's an old guy with no reputation.

Until just now, I was thinking about a man named Miyamoto Musashi.

That guy shouldn't be in this era.

Looking up at the dim ceiling, Izo Motobu thought in his heart.

The urge for special training has been going on since last year, and now, the reason has been revealed, but...

I didn't expect it to be so strong.

The astonishing scene he saw on television seems to be clearly visible before his eyes to this day.

Whether it's Basuga, Doppo, or Shibukawa-senpai... no, even that Yujiro wants to——

He must be "protected".

The belief in my heart gradually became firmer.

A goal that must be achieved even if it requires life.

It appeared firmly in his heart.

"Oh, I didn't expect that my old skills would be useful. Ha, I thought I would just carry them into the coffin for nothing."

Izo Motobu stood up slowly and casually supported his old waist, which seemed to be a little stiff.

"I've been sitting here for almost a day, let's go out for a walk."

He scratched his unkempt hair and prepared to change clothes first.

And when passing by the wall, it seems like the slide is missing frames.

At some point, a lot of weapons were missing from the top.

Chapter 150: The destruction of the undefeated legend (Part 1)

On top of the spacious dojo.

The sound of strong metal collision echoed.

A silver-white sword and a long crimson sword were fighting in a stalemate. The huge force also made the sword tremble slightly at the same time.

"Okay, you are really strong!"

Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, his muscles tightened and he pressed down with all his strength. Looking at the man in front of him who steadily caught his blow, Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help but let out a heroic laugh.

"After I gained the title of Unparalleled in the World, no one could fight me anymore. Later, even the swordsmen couldn't escape from my first blow. Xing Jurou... ..”

"You are the first swordsman who can challenge me in decades!"

"Well, that's really an honor."

Glancing at the long strand of hair that was chopped off on the side of his face, Purgatory Anjuro's voice was habitually loud and said: "Musashi, the speed of your sword just now is very fast. It is already at the level of Hashira, which is good!"

"Oh, Zhu? Is that the name for a strong person in your time?"

Miyamoto Musashi's laughter became even louder: "Haha, it sounds good, come on, keep going!"

The blade that was originally pressed down suddenly tilted, rubbing against the crimson blade, and slashed directly towards the opponent's neck.

"Qiang——!"

Twisting his wrist, he deflected the opponent's sharp blade. When Purgatory Anjuro was about to fight back, he suddenly let out a light sigh and took two steps back.

An invisible slash was just barely avoided by him and dissipated in the air.

"This kind of strange slashing attack seems to have nothing to do with breathing. It's really a very powerful technique!"

Purgatory Anjuro praised calmly, and did not care at all about the opponent's pursuit, which was a powerful, heavy and fast slash, and the sword was pointed directly at the vital point.

"Clang Clang Clang!!!"

The friction between the sharp blades produced sparks, which were brilliant and dangerous.

Even if there is just a slight mistake, it is very likely that a limb will be cut off or even beheaded.

This rather bloody consequence seemed very normal during the Warring States Period. After all, at that time, being inferior to others in terms of skill meant death.

Competitions that can enhance one's reputation are far more cruel than modern people imagine in peacetime.