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

The light emitted by Kaoru Hanayama is warm and fiery.

When it shone on him, Miyamoto Musashi even squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

However, as Kaoru Huashan's iron fist approached inch by inch, this battlefield hero quickly recovered his original fierce expression.

The triangular eyes are as sharp as an eagle dog, and there is a low growl like a jackal from the throat.

"cut…………"

At this time, Kaoru Hanayama's fist was no more than ten centimeters away from Miyamoto Musashi!

In the blink of an eye, Miyamoto Musashi moved.

He lightly hooked the hilt of the sword with his finger, and immediately held the sword tightly in his hand.

However, the posture in which he holds the sword looks rather weird.

Only the index finger and middle finger are in contact with the hilt, and the rest of the fingers are in a loose state.

Yingying grasped it, and it seemed that the sword might come out at any time.

But as a swordsman, when fighting for life and death, the focus is often on flexibility rather than stability.

This posture seems frivolous, but in fact it can relax the power of the sword to the greatest extent.

Simply put, defensible and defensible!

Suddenly, the white light on Kaoru Hanayama suddenly came, and the cold light on Miyamoto Musashi's sword was equally majestic!

Finally, Miyamoto Musashi's sword reached Kaoru Hanayama's fist with great precision.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and blood made Miyamoto Musashi smile inexplicably.

Sure enough, as I expected, Hua Shanxun's belief is as pure and flawless as white light.

Not to mention a mere thought slash, even if it is a real sword, he will not have the slightest bit of cowardice and dodge!

For a guy with such a firm will, he has to reward him with a slash!

However, as soon as Miyamoto Musashi thought of this, there was a dull impact on the blade.

Before he could react, Kaoru Hanayama's fist slammed into the face with Miyamoto Musashi's sword.

"boom!"

Once again, Miyamoto Musashi was sent flying by Hanayama Kaoru's fist.

But this time, after he landed, he jumped up and stood up.

Although the strength of the slash was not comparable to the strength of Kaoru Huashan's punch, it also offset most of the force area.

What surprised Miyamoto Musashi the most was that he seemed to have cut something hard, which caused the sword to fall out of his hand.

Looking around, Kaoru Hanayama was still standing there, with a blood-stained samurai sword stuck on the index finger and ring finger of his right hand.

"Oh? Is it stuck by the hand bone?"

"Your bones are so hard!"

Miyamoto Musashi stroked his chin and praised, his expression slightly astonished.

He has beheaded countless people in his life, but such hard-to-cut bones as Hua Shanxun are rare.

Especially since his saber was still in the opponent's hand, he was clearly at a disadvantage...

"Well"

The wound on Hua Shanxun's right hand was deep into the bone, and the thick blood flowed down the arm on the ground as if he didn't want money, and soon gathered into a small lake.

From the beginning to the end, this tough guy didn't seem to frown.

After pulling the knife out of the bone of his hand with a dull expression, the flesh and blood on his hand had already been cut with a wound as deep as five or six centimeters.

The edges of the wound were ferociously turned outwards, which looked very scary.

However, Kaoru Huashan's next move shocked everyone.

The wide and strong palm grasped the wound, and pinched it tightly in the middle, and the wound was closed up by the huge pressure.

Casually, he threw the drawn samurai sword to Miyamoto Musashi again.

The sword fell to the ground of Miyamoto Musashi, and there was a clanging sound.

Then Kaoru Hanayama's voice sounded.

"Come again!"

Although the simple two words are resounding, in Miyamoto Musashi's eyes, they are confusing.

On the battlefield, in a life-and-death struggle, no matter how you seize the enemy's weapons, it will undoubtedly give your side the upper hand.

Moreover, Kaoru Huashan is a warrior who has exercised his physical body to the extreme. When facing a slash, he not only does not escape, but also takes the initiative to return the weapon to himself.

Isn't this a joke with your own life?

After bowing his head and pondering for a moment, Miyamoto Musashi suddenly raised his head, staring at Kaoru Hanayama with suspicious eyes.

"Young man, why did you return the knife to me?"

Finally, Miyamoto Musashi, who had been holding back for a long time, couldn't help asking.

Although Kaoru Huashan's reply was simple, it was full of puns.

"Swords are useless to me."

As a warrior who fights with his body, Kaoru Hanayama has never bothered to use weapons.

And another meaning of this sentence seems to be saying that the sword can't decide the outcome either.

For a moment, the atmosphere of the audience suddenly froze. Although Miyamoto Musashi's expression was a bit astonished, it gradually became fierce in the end.

"Oh? Are you saying that my slash can't kill you?"

"Then I have to be more serious."

As he said that, Miyamoto Musashi inserted the returned long back into the scabbard, and just put his hands on the handle, and an inexplicable and suppressed aura swept away.

There is no doubt that Miyamoto Musashi has decided to seriously slash.

"Clang clang~"

The blade slid across the scabbard, and there was a crisp sound of metal rubbing against the scabbard.

Immediately afterwards, the shoulders were loose and drooped naturally, and the palms of the hands tightly held the two knives.

As soon as this posture came out, many martial arts powerhouses onlookers couldn't help exclaiming.

"Oh! It's exactly the same as the picture!"

"Are you going to decide to use dual swords!? Could it be Nitian First Class?"

"I didn't expect to see you at this time!"

"Huashan Kaoru...can you win?"

While everyone sighed that Miyamoto Musashi was finally going to be serious, they were also worried for Kaoru Hanayama.

Whether it is fighting skills, martial arts, or "athletes" competing in the arena.

But whenever there is a comparison of force, there is a problem called mutual restraint.

Hua Shanxun has an upright temper, and always insists on defeating his opponents upright, and does not engage in those fancy scheming or techniques at all.

Miyamoto Musashi is just the opposite. As a great swordsman living in the war-torn era, he is completely unscrupulous in order to win.

If Blade Ya, who is at the pinnacle of technology, is allowed to fight Miyamoto Musashi, there is still a slight possibility of victory.

Kaoru Huashan......Even if he can win in the end, he will probably be cut a lot.

Although everyone knows the iron law that two heroes should not interfere in a battle, they are friends after all, and they are really worried about Kaoru Huashan.

Thinking of this, Lie Haiwang gestured to Luo Zhu at the side with his eyes.

Luo Zhu nodded excitedly after receiving his gaze.

He came here to fight Miyamoto Musashi.

If Hua Shanxun can't stand it anymore, he will naturally make a move

In the field, the two heroes confront each other and stand separately.

Kaoru Hanayama rarely used defense instead of offense, waiting for Miyamoto Musashi to take the initiative to step forward.

Miyamoto Musashi also didn't give up much, with the two swords in hand, it was already his strongest form.

After taking a deep breath, his eyes suddenly became cold, and his face became hideous like a ghost due to the involvement of muscles.

"Huhu~"

I saw a short figure leaning over and rushing forward, and the shadow of the sword stretched out in the sky.

Even a person who doesn't understand fighting or martial arts knows how to dodge when facing a person who is waving a sword and rushing towards him.

But Kaoru Huashan remained motionless like a mountain, and once again assumed the pose of a "shot putter".

The legs are spread apart, and the upper body is twisted towards the rear with all its strength.

Keep clenching, clenching, clenching your fists!

For Kaoru Hanayama, this is the only fighting skill he has.

Speed ​​x weight x grip = destructive power!

And this formula is also the only truth he believes in.

It is worth mentioning that Kaoru Huashan has shown amazing grip strength since he was a child.

Pinch the corner of a deck of playing cards with bare hands, and fold a one-dollar coin twice.

In the early days, he was able to directly squeeze and rot human flesh and blood just by relying on the strength of his grip.

Now, the grip strength is directly proportional to his weight and speed, coupled with his abnormally hard bones, the punch he swung is even more powerful!

In the blink of an eye, thick fists and sharp blades are about to clash at this moment.

Luo Zhu has been eating melons for so long and the crowd seems eager to try.

I want to come to a handsome rescue when Kaoru Huashan is about to die.

However... there are nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life.

Just when everyone's attention was on the two heroes in the field, a short figure suddenly jumped out from the side.

"Hanayama Kaoru! I will protect you!"

The moment the sound sounded, the black shadow suddenly flew between the two of them.

By...

"Clang clang!"

"Boom!"

The sword and fist all fell on that man!

Such a sudden change caught everyone by surprise, even Musashi Miyamoto and Kaoru Hanayama didn't react to it!

After a brief pause in the air, everyone's eyes shifted to the third person who appeared of course.

Taking a closer look, the man was actually wearing a set of thick iron armor, so he was able to withstand the attacks of the two without dying.

When the man took off his helmet and revealed his true colors, everyone gasped.

"Honbu Yi Zang?! Why are you here!?"

"Get up and get in their way!"

"This guy is really persistent. It seems that I have no chance to make a move today."

Oh! What a complete madman!"

Everyone has mixed praise and criticism for the appearance of Yi Zang in the headquarters.

But after all, they are friends of martial arts for many years, and the onlookers Shibukawa Goki and others are inconvenient to say too serious words.

However, his appearance has different meanings to the two warring parties.

Kaoru Huashan was interrupted because of the battle, his eyes were full of anger.

Miyamoto Musashi also looked unhappy, looking coldly at Motobu Izo who fell on the ground.

"you again?"

"Are you in such a hurry to die?"

Facing Miyamoto Musashi's questioning, Headquarters Izang climbed out of the ground with heavy armor on his back.

Blood slowly flowed from the chest that was hit just now, and the armor on his legs was dented by the punch.

Seeing that the equipment was no longer usable, Yi Zang took it off slowly, revealing the inner armor inside.

This coward actually wore two layers of armor!?

However, even with double-layer protection, Miyamoto Musashi's sword easily cut open, stabbing the flesh and blood inside.

For everyone's incomprehension, Shan and Miyamoto Musashi were angry.

Headquarters Yi Zang just smiled lightly, then raised his head immediately, and said plausibly.

"Miyamoto Musashi, as a figure in history, don't want to kill our modern people!"

"I heard that you injured many people before you came here tonight."

"I have prepared a big gift for you!"

After the words fell, Yi Zang pointed to the outside of the dojo.

All of a sudden, a few white lights projected over, and Da La

There was also a voice from the bell.

"Miyamoto Musashi! You are surrounded!"

"Please put down your weapons and surrender immediately! Otherwise, we don't mind using force to suppress it!"

The voice coming through the loudspeaker was loud and hoarse, as if giving an ultimatum.

Hearing the sound, everyone in the audience was stunned.

They didn't expect that this time Yi Zang not only suddenly appeared to disrupt the situation, but also brought people here?

What does he want to do!?

Could it be that they want to bring Miyamoto Musashi to justice!?

After a moment of silence, the warning outside the door was still playing in a loop.

(Li Qian's) Yi Zang also raised his head and spoke slowly.

"Miyamoto Musashi, in this world, no one knows your strength better than me!"

"But you are a person from the past after all, and the concepts you believe in are incompatible with us!"

"In order to completely defeat you today, there are still 50 policemen with real guns and ammunition outside. I suggest that it is better for you to surrender obediently."

Miyamoto Musashi is sinister enough in his work, but no one thought that this old fritter in the headquarters is even more sinister!

Not only did he wear two layers of armor to disrupt the situation, but he also brought the official forces of the Neon Kingdom over?

But this can be regarded as Miyamoto Musashi's own evil consequences. If he slashes people in the dome fighting arena, the official forces will be more or less afraid of Tokugawa Misunari's face and dare not send troops.

But tonight, in order to satisfy his own selfish desires, Miyamoto Musashi used force to force Hanayama Kaoru's younger brother to ask for their location.

If the officials let it go, there will be a big mess.

Therefore, after learning of Miyamoto Musashi's intentions, Yi Zang brought people around here...

After the audience was silent for a while, Miyamoto Musashi's plain voice came again.

"Well"

"You seem to have misunderstood something, Qin?"

"If you think that fifty people can subdue me, then you underestimate me.

After the words fell, Miyamoto Musashi put the sword back into its sheath, and his gaze began to wander back and forth, sweeping away all the heroes.

In the end, he ignored the headquarter that was confronting him, and instead walked straight to the door.

When he walked to the last step, Miyamoto Musashi suddenly turned his head, turning his head and showing a meaningful smile.

"Wait a minute, it's your turn

After finishing speaking, Miyamoto Musashi pushed open the door and rushed out alone...