I'm In The Dome Fighting Arena, Integrating The Saitama Template!

Blade Ya's victory seemed so neat and unbelievable to most people.

The ten ghosts and snake kings have all borrowed money in advance, and Erhuliu also used seven or eight.

Facing such a powerful enemy, Saber just used three moves to end the battle...

Such a powerful blade made many players secretly raise their spirits, praying that they would not encounter such a level of existence in the future.

...

On the other side, in the lounge.

The atmosphere in the room where Luo Zhu lived was relatively harmonious.

It's time to eat and drink, it seems that this game is regarded as a pastime.

until……

A middle-aged man with a short stature and disheveled hair walked through the door, and the atmosphere in the room took a sudden 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.

King Liekai, Kaoru Hanayama, Goki Shibukawa and other strong men.

They also stood up unconsciously, their aura condensed together, and they all looked out the door in unison.

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

This kind of feeling doesn't feel like Yujiro Fanma gives people a strong feeling, as if in front of them is a villain standing with a knife, who may kill himself at any time!

Only Luo Zhu was lying in the middle of the crowd, still picking his teeth loosely with chopsticks that had been broken in two.

...

"Oh! It's very lively here."

"Is there anything to eat!?"

The middle-aged man outside the door looked like a ghost, his cheekbones were raised high, his eyes were in an inverted triangle shape, and his voice was like a jackal, hoarse and sharp.

Especially the two samurai swords hanging around his waist made everyone present look sideways.

"You are……"

Lie Haiwang took a step forward and took the initiative to chat.

But before the other party answered, the rest of the people present said in unison.

"Miyamoto Musashi!?"

"Miyamoto Musashi!"

The voice is extremely affirmative, but the tone is full of self-doubt.

This kind of contradictory performance is undoubtedly evident when seeing the man outside the door.

That's right, even if they guessed the identity of this middle-aged man, they still couldn't believe it.

What kind of character is Miyamoto Musashi! ?

The most famous swordsman in the history of the Neon Kingdom!

Most importantly, this guy was from hundreds of years ago, how could he appear now! ?

Even though they have endless doubts about this identity, from the walking posture of this middle-aged man, the aura exuding from his body, and even his appearance...

This guy can only be Miyamoto Musashi, it cannot be anyone else!

After a moment of silence, Miyamoto Musashi broke into Luo Zhu's private room.

"There are a lot of people!"

After sighing with emotion, Miyamoto Musashi just sat down opposite Luo Zhu.

Picking up a pair of clean chopsticks, he began to pick up and eat the food on the table.

During the whole process, everyone in the audience didn't say a word, just quietly watched Miyamoto Musashi eat.

When the food was almost finished, Miyamoto Musashi patted his belly and looked around for a week.

"You people have very good eyesight!"

"I didn't expect that the old man has been dead for hundreds of years, and someone will remember it!"

Miyamoto Musashi sat upright and finally admitted his identity.

For a moment, the rest of the people cast surprised glances.

"Is he really Miyamoto Musashi!?"

"Could it be a stuntman invited by Mr. Tokugawa?"

"I know those two knives. They are the two knives used by Miyamoto Musashi in the collection of Neon Country. It's not worth getting these two knives for an actor..."

"No matter how you say it, don't you know if you try it!?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was gradually getting anxious, King Reikai and Kaoru Hanayama stood on both sides of Miyamoto Musashi, one left and one right, without saying a word.

Facing the flanking temptation of the heroes, Miyamoto Musashi smiled meaningfully with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The stubby fingers grabbed the table and picked up a chopstick casually.

moment!

The surrounding air seemed to have dropped to freezing point, and the malice that seemed to be being targeted by a hunter spread throughout his body along his back, like tarsal maggots.

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

It is clearly a fragile, thin disposable chopsticks.

Even if the three are stacked together, ordinary people can easily break them.

But now being held in the hands of this suspected Miyamoto Musashi, it seems to have instantly turned into the sharpest weapon!

In a daze, when he looked over, Miyamoto Musashi was holding chopsticks! ?

It is clearly a sharp short katana sword!

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

"Pfft!"

In the blink of an eye, Miyamoto Musashi gently swept across the surrounding air with chopsticks in his hand.

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

Immediately afterwards, the muscles all over their bodies tightened, and a severe pain made them twitch on the spot.

"I... I was cut!?"

"What kind of move is this!?"

"I seem to have died once just now."

"It's clearly a chopstick, but it's as sharp as a sword when you use it. The guy in front of you must be Miyamoto Musashi!"

After a while, many people who had been struck by the "Mind Slash" came to their senses and commented while sweating profusely on their foreheads.

In this regard, Miyamoto Musashi seems to have long been accustomed to it.

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

"Young man, come and fight with me!"

"how?"

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