You Don't Mean Ma Baoguo, Do You?

A grove of trees under the cover of night.

Nearly a hundred meters of forest was cleared, with huge tree stumps scattered haphazardly everywhere, and leaves scattered all over the ground.

It looked as if it had been destroyed by a tornado.

It was a human tragedy.

The two played for nearly eight hours, from around 9 p. m. to around 4 a. m.

From Fujino's initial overwhelming dominance to the later evenly matched battle where they used all their skills to fight each other, until finally they ran out of moves and, disregarding everything else, started throwing punches at each other like brutes, abandoning all martial ethics and techniques.

It's fair to say that people's heads were almost smashed into dog heads.

Kyogoku Makoto leaned against a horizontal tree trunk, panting heavily.

His karate uniform was tattered, and his wheat-colored skin was covered with spots and knife marks from sword energy.

Fujino, on the other side, wasn't having an easy time either.

Thanks to the nature of the Kingsman suit, although his clothes were relatively clean, the area underneath was covered in bruises and his muscles were slightly strained, making him no less injured than Kyogoku Makoto.

"Are you even human, you bastard?"

Fujino, leaning on his Wooden Sword, panted, "They've been fighting for so long, has this bull come to life?"

"You're not bad either!"

Kyogoku Makoto was unaffected, raising his wrist to wipe the sweat from his dark red forehead. "You are still the first opponent who can fight me for so long without being at a disadvantage."

Fujino: "I f***ing..."

What do you mean by "not bad"?

Isn't that a calf too?

I never expected that Kyogoku Makoto, that bastard, would be sarcastic.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Fujino grabbed Wooden Sword and staggered towards Kyogoku Makoto.

Kyogoku Makoto, naturally, was not intimidated. He stood up tremblingly and threw a punch at the Wooden Sword.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the two were thrown back by the force of their collision.

"Would it kill you to surrender?"

Fujino thudded to the ground, looked up at the starry sky, and took a deep breath. "Do we really have to fight to the death?"

Kyogoku Makoto was also lying on the ground, panting heavily. "My opponent hasn't stopped, how can I stop?"

"His stubbornness is just like a bull's..."

"Likewise."

"Grass."

Fujino was actually a bit helpless; after playing for so long, he was losing his will to fight.

Using the Superior Enhancement Card, he could outmaneuver Kyogoku Makoto, but he didn't have many Superior Enhancement Card, and they had long since been exhausted.

Afterwards, in the war of attrition, Kyogoku Makoto's stamina began to wane. He could continue to maintain his strength by using advanced Enhancement Card and by drinking Shen Nong Oral Liquid.

Right now, using only high-level Enhancement Card, we can still keep fighting, and even defeat Kyogoku Makoto...

But it's completely unnecessary.

He's keeping the advanced Enhancement Card to synthesize the superior Enhancement Card, and he can't use up all the items like Shen Nong Oral Liquid; if he continues to fight, he'll definitely suffer a loss.

Moreover, he vaguely sensed that Kyogoku Makoto, a Humanoid Gundam, still had stamina that hadn't been fully utilized.

In the end, it's really hard to say who will live and who will die.

His purpose in fighting Kyogoku Makoto was simply to test his own strength and have a thoroughly enjoyable battle.

The objective has been achieved, and we've even learned some lessons about the art of protracted warfare...

In short, it's worth it.

With this thought in mind, Fujino took a deep breath and suggested, "How about we call it a draw?"

A draw?

"We've fought this far and haven't decided a winner yet. If we continue, it will be a real life-or-death battle. This is just a friendly spar, there's no need for it at all. I heard you have a 400-game winning streak without a loss. A draw doesn't count as a loss, does it?"

Kyogoku Makoto hesitated after hearing these words.

It's rare to encounter such an opponent, and he wants to settle things once and for all. But just as Fujino said, if they really continue fighting, he will have to unleash all his strength in the final showdown to fight to the death...

But this isn't a fight to the death, just a friendly sparring match to determine who's stronger; it's really not worth it...

After a brief moment of thought, Kyogoku Makoto sighed, "So it's a draw then?"

"If you feel there's anything wrong with a draw, let's keep fighting. I'm fine, I can last another day and night..."

Fujino paused for a moment, then continued, "It seems like we've almost cleared out all the woods around here. We'll probably have to find another place to practice. If we make a noise and attract people's attention, we'll probably both end up in the police station."

"Ahem, I think a draw is fine."

I rested for a while.

The two got up from the ground and sat on the two wooden stakes that Fujino had cut down with a knife.

Fujino sat on the wooden stake, took out a bottle of Happy Soda and took a sip to regain his strength. Then he lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and used the pain-relieving effect to suppress the pain in his wounds.

Kyogoku Makoto watched Fujino drinking water and smoking in the night.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out.

It seems quite poetic?

"What, you want one too?"

Fujino noticed Kyogoku's expression, took out a cigarette, and handed it to him.

"I don't want to..."

Kyogoku Makoto's expression turned strange for a moment. "I saw Miss Mouri and Ms. Suzuki say that you are their Senior. By the way, are you an adult?"

"I'm eighteen, just like you."

"Isn't he still a minor?"

"This would be an adult in China and the US, and you're abroad and you still don't know?"

"But this is Japan..."

"It's not a big problem, as long as no one sees it."

Fujino handed it over again. "So, are you coming or not?"

"You can smoke it yourself, I don't have that habit."

Kyogoku Makoto nudged him and suddenly asked, "I just wanted to ask about your lineage."

"My master?"

Fujino hesitated for a moment, then said, "My master is Kendo 8th Dan- Suwa Yuji."

"That's not the master I was asking about."

Kyogoku Makoto explained, "What I wanted to ask was about your master of Chinese martial arts... When I was training abroad, I heard about an old man who used Tai Chi, a traditional Chinese martial art. You also use Tai Chi, so I wanted to ask if you know that old man."

"Forehead..."

Fujino narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully recalling the keywords: foreign countries, ancient Chinese martial arts Tai Chi, and old man. Suddenly, the following echoed in his mind:

"Young man, you have no sportsmanship! You ambushed my over eighty-year-old colleague!" "Come on, try to trick me, try to ambush me!" Classic quotes like "England strongman"...

Fujino suddenly thought of a certain Tai Chi 'master', and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

So, you're not talking about Ma Baoguo, are you?

Thinking about it carefully, if the Ma Baoguo were to travel to the Conan World, the Lightning Five Consecutive Strikes might actually become a deadly move...

However, on second thought, Fujino felt that such an outrageous idea was unlikely.

With a strange expression, he asked, "The old man you mentioned wouldn't happen to be the head of the Hun Yuan Tai Chi Sect, whose specialty is the Lightning Five Consecutive Strikes, would he?"