When Hattori Heiji and Conan returned to the plaza, all they could see were swordsmen sprawled across the ground.
"Y-You... who exactly are you?"
Hattori casually picked up a sword and roared at the man before him. Conan might not have sensed it, but as a skilled kendo practitioner, Hattori Heiji could clearly feel that the man's strength was far beyond anything he could withstand. That demonic figure, as though he had truly slaughtered countless Restoration loyalists amid the bloody chaos of the Bakumatsu era, seemed to have become real at that moment...
"..."
The man said nothing. He merely turned around and raised his blade at Hattori.
"Hattori!"
"Heiji!"
Seeing this, Conan and Kazuha cried out. Hattori gripped the sword in his hand tightly and stared ahead nervously. Then, in the next instant, a cold gleam flashed before his eyes.
So fast!!
Hattori Heiji was considered a kendo master, yet even he could barely catch the trajectory of that sharp blade the instant the man drew his sword. Moreover, the moment his opponent attacked, Hattori Heiji felt as if invisible threads had bound his body. He could not even move. All he could do was watch that cold light race toward him, then... brush past him.
"...Huh?"
Staring at the blade that had nearly grazed his cheek, Hattori froze in place. Before he could react, however, applause rang out from the distance.
"Awesome, awesome! Fang Zheng, you're so cool!"
"Fang Zheng?"
Only then did everyone take a closer look at the man, and they realized that he was none other than Fang Zheng.
"Haa..."
Seeing this, Kazuha finally let out a sigh of relief, while Hattori Heiji rolled his eyes.
"Come on, what the hell was that?"
"I came to help."
Fang Zheng sheathed his sword and chuckled.
"When