Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 373 The invincible warrior VS Acala!

When fighting with the alien ten days ago, the frenzied Vodka devoured a lot of flesh and blood.

Through some magical chemical reactions, and then a lot of feeding from the winery, he evolved.

Bang!
When the monster with horns walked to the center of the venue, the whole place fell silent and the ground shook.

The horns shining with sharp light naturally grew out from the top of his helmet, but looking at Vodka's physical data appearing on the big screen, no one would think that he was not a monster.

Height: 233cm!

Weight: 300KG!

Damn!

Is this still a human being?!

Add to that the heavy full body armor he's wearing, and he'd be a small BOSS in Dark Souls!
There was a whistling sound, and the black iron rod, which was more than four meters long and as thick as a teacup, was turned by the vodka like a twig, and hit the ground with a "bang", and the sound could be heard from far away.

Silence, continuous silence.

Then there was a loud explosion!
Amid the carnival that was like a landslide or tsunami, every audience member in the four seats had excitement in their eyes.

The more monsters, the better.

They just love watching this!

Yingsheng waved his right hand, and the passionate voice sounded again.

"The second contestant to appear!"

"An accomplice of the international thief Lupin the Third!"

"Show the sword style, bare-handed, free, all are passed on!"

"The warrior who kills everything!"

"Ishikawa Goemon!"

A man with medium-length black hair walked out from the right entrance. He was wearing a white yukata with black hakama and wooden clogs. In his left hand, he held a straight-blade sword that looked like a withered bamboo pole.

In the audience, Xiaolan and Sonoko looked at each other. They had seen this man before, and compared to his laziness at that time, the swordsman's expression at this moment was solemn.

On the other side, Lupin the Third, the man with a monkey-like face, was also terrified, with his hands on both sides of his head.

"How can we fight him? Goemon will die if he is touched once!"

Goemon was not wearing any armor for protection. Given the absolute power gap, it would be useless even if he wore any armor as it would only slow down his speed.

"The old man is a swordsman who can cut through steel. It's hard to say who will win."

Mine Fujiko, the brown-haired beauty said this, but her expression was also quite serious.

The size difference is too big, and Vodka's equipment is too unfair. If the attack distance exceeds four meters, Goemon may not be able to get close.

"The two contestants stood five meters away, ready for battle. For now, there was no sign of them engaging in combat."

On the high platform, Yingsheng was talking nonsense.

"In order for you to enjoy the game better, please allow me to give you a brief introduction."

"Ishikawa had previously fought Hawke, who played in the first match, and lost."

"But Hawke's victory was not due to his size and strength, but because of his keen perception and superb reaction speed."

"In short, he crushed Ishikawa's Iaijutsu."

“That’s amazing.”

"After that, Ishikawa practiced asceticism for a while. It's unknown what he realized, but he definitely became stronger."

"For example, seven days ago, contestant Ishikawa, in an extremely weak state after completing his hard training, easily defeated more than fifty people from a certain Yakuza organization."

"If you are injured but not killed, you will be killed instantly."

“It’s super strong.”

"Although the vodka contestant is wearing full body heavy armor, he seems to be the natural enemy of the swordsman."

"But if Ishikawa finds an opportunity and uses his secret technique at close range, it will be nothing more than a bucket of canned luncheon meat."

After hearing Yingsheng's words, countless audiences' eyes lit up and they were looking forward to the next battle even more.

Agile swordsman vs heavy-armored warrior, isn't this an RPG game replica brought to reality? !

Fight!
Hurry up!

Lupin III's eyelids twitched. "Where on earth did this guy get all this information? Is he a know-it-all?"

Mine Fujiko raised her eyes and glanced at Hotaru. "You should have seen his information. He is already the de facto president of the Sumiyoshi-kai. After the Iron Dragon-kai suffered a setback, the Sumiyoshi-kai immediately pounced on it, and now it has basically been swallowed up."

"Damn it! Does that mean Goemon accidentally became his thug?"

"He paid for his hard work and used a pink pill to heal the wound on Goemon's back. The pill has now turned red, so the effect must have improved."

"Ok?"

Wearing a black hat and dressed like a brewery member at first glance, Jigen Daisuke tilted his head and said, "Didn't the file show that he had been in a mental hospital until the day before yesterday?"

"Probably his companion, a girl with long black hair and wearing a white mask." Mine Fujiko said.

"Then how does he know that Goemon lost to Hawk before? Not many people know about this." Jigen Daisuke asked again.

"Well... because he gave me some money for intelligence."

"........."

"Vodka attacked first!"

Yingsheng's loud voice instantly attracted everyone's attention and they looked towards the arena.

The heavily-armored warrior took a step forward, swung his stick across, and with a loud bang, he hit Goemon's side!

Goemon bent his knees downward, looked at the shadow of the stick, and held the knife in his right hand.

Secret: Iron Slash!
The sword flashed.

Bang-!
A crash!

"Ishikawa seized the opportunity and used Iai to cut off the iron rod!"

"Vodka's power is so strong that it is unbelievable. It can stop the inertia and press down suddenly!"

"The distance is not enough, the sword is stuck half an inch into the iron rod without breaking!"

"Close the knife!"

"Ishikawa wants to cut into the inner circle!"

"Vodka Stick Twister!"

"Ishikawa leaps! Over the head! Turns back!"

"cut!"

In a flash, Goemon made another slash, hitting the previous cut right in the middle!

With a "swish" sound, the head of the stick flew forward at high speed, and with a loud "bang", it hit the concrete wall twenty meters away, exploding into a piece of rubble!
The audience nearby shuddered, looked at the still trembling stick head, and then looked at the smooth, mirror-like cut on the big screen...

"it is good!!!"

Countless people burst into laughter, their eyes filled with fanaticism.

It can actually cut through steel. What kind of monster is this?
In the audience, the Suzuki family silently turned their gazes to Kyogoku Makoto.

Kyogoku Makoto: "..."

"The vodka iron stick is half a meter shorter, and it is swung more and more quickly, it is simply airtight!"

"But it's no use!"

“It’s all useless!”

"Ishikawa's perception is too sharp! His body is too flexible! He flies up and down! It's like he melted in the wind!"

"That's not good!"

"Vodka is a stupid old cow, being constantly fooled by a nimble hummingbird. It is on the verge of failure!"

"Make it seem light when it is heavy! Make it seem heavy when it is light!"

"Vodka! Be smart!"

Yingsheng opened the microphone passionately.

The old Taoist priest who had chatted with Yingsheng before couldn't help but laugh, "This Mr. Liuying is indeed well versed in martial arts. He can easily tell you how to crack it, but it's easier said than done. This level can only be achieved through self-comprehension, how can it be achieved with just a few pointers?"

A young Taoist priest in his twenties beside him scratched his head and asked, "Master, do you know English?"

"...simultaneous interpretation! You know, simultaneous interpretation!"

The old Taoist priest tapped his headset and glared at his apprentice. "Is this what you're focusing on? Think carefully about how you're going to deal with this swordsman when you meet him later?"

The young Taoist priest smiled awkwardly, "The game isn't over yet, and the big guy may not lose."

The old Taoist priest looked at the field and saw that the vodka stick had been cut to less than two meters, and even his armor had many sword marks.

But his armor was so thick that no blood seeped out.

Vodka continued to bombard Goemon with his fists and sticks. His force was so powerful that the ground exploded wherever he went, and wherever he touched the concrete wall, a big hole was created.

However, Goemon was too agile and kept fighting with Vodka on the field, and had not been hurt at all by the latter!
Huge and small!
Stupid and clever!
Countless audiences cheered loudly for this extreme contrast!
Even ordinary people who don't know martial arts know that Vodka is in danger with Yingsheng's explanation!

"Anxious!"

"Vodka is in a hurry!"

"He is indeed a physical monster who can take heavy armor for granted."

"But consumption is real!"

"Please look at the comparison picture in the upper right corner of the big screen. Compared to the beginning, Vodka's punching speed has dropped by three percentage points!"

"And Ishikawa, his condition hasn't changed at all!"

"His size is too deceptive, and he has been doing extremely difficult evasive moves, which makes many people, including Vodka, think that his physical strength will be depleted faster!"

"However!"

"For a true swordsman, the power of the spirit is far greater than that of the body. Ishikawa is such a terrifying guy who can control his body with his spirit!"

"He will never tire until his opponent falls! He will never slack off in swinging his sword!"

"Is this the power that hard training has given him?!"

"And he's a guy with amazing strength! The combination of the two makes him invincible!"

"Vodka!"

"How stupid! No chance of winning!"

Yingsheng's words caused the cheers in the arena to grow louder and louder. Even the old Taoist priest felt his blood flow quicken and his body become hot. He wanted to go on the court and show off his youthful enthusiasm.

The old Taoist priest squinted at his apprentice and asked, "The winner is still unknown?"

The young Taoist priest smiled and said, "Not yet."

The old Taoist knew that his disciple was not the kind of person who would attack without a purpose, so he looked at the field for a few more moments and saw that Vodka's movements were getting slower and slower, and his defeat was obvious. Even a seven-year-old child could see it.

The old Taoist frowned and said, "If you think that the swordsman will become arrogant and let the opponent seize the opportunity to counterattack and kill him, then you are totally wrong."

The young Taoist shook his head. "The referee made it very clear that the man is a true swordsman and would not make such a mistake."

"Then I really don't know how the other side can win."

"Hehe, the relevant department just sent the referee's information to the group, but Master probably hasn't read it yet. It says that he has a close relationship with the organization whose main members use the name of the wine as a code name. The draw for the competition is all predetermined. With the referee's vision, would he not have anticipated this scene in advance?"

The old Taoist priest didn't care. "This draw was only to make the game more exciting and to achieve that stupid 'grand victory'. This game is completely qualified.

As for his familiarity with the bottle of wine on the field...

I don't think it's a big deal. A person of that charisma would never be partial to others. Besides, now that he's on the stage, what can he do?
It's not like you're just shooting me in the face."

The young Taoist touched his chin and said, "I guess ordinary firearms can't hit that swordsman, but that's not what I'm talking about. Master, you should be able to hear that the referee's shouting at Vodka was full of disappointment.

I wonder if he arranged this duel because he thought Vodka could perform better?

Now, vodka has failed to live up to his expectations.”

The old Taoist priest raised his eyebrows. "From the previous few matches, he does tend to arrange people of similar strength together, hoping to have a back-and-forth fight. But now that things have come to this, it can only be said that he was wrong. Is there any other explanation?"

"Hey, this referee is a man who does whatever he wants. Who knows what he can do."

As soon as the young Taoist priest finished speaking, he heard Yingsheng tap the microphone.

"Vodka is about to lose. As a referee, I can't stand it anymore. The gap is too big. This match can't be called exciting."

"Everyone, I want to intervene a little. Do you agree?"

The cheers from all four seats suddenly fell silent, and countless audience members looked confused.

No, can the referee still be biased?

What the hell is this!
The young Taoist gave the stunned master a look that said “I’ll tell you” and was the first to speak in response.

"I agree! I totally agree!"

His shout was like a signal, immediately reawakening the enthusiasm in countless people's hearts, and they shouted "yes" in various languages ​​like a volcanic eruption.

Eight out of ten people in the world are just there for fun. They don’t care whether the referee is biased or not, as long as they enjoy watching the show!

In other words, because everyone could see that Vodka was doomed to fail, they hoped that the situation would change!
The referee's proposal to intervene at this time was simply in line with people's hearts, causing countless people to shout, "This Liuying is so fucking handsome!" The carnival shook the sky, and the protests of Lupin the Third and Mine Fujiko were completely suppressed, and the two were so angry that they gnashed their teeth.

"This bastard, if he had known earlier he would have doubled the intelligence fee!" Mine Fujiko said angrily.

"Vodka doesn't have much energy left. I don't know what the referee means by intervention. I just hope it's too late now." Lupin III said seriously, which was rare for him.

Many people in the stadium cast their eyes towards Yingsheng on the podium, curious about how he would intervene.

But Yingsheng didn't really do anything, he just said loudly:
“It is recorded in Zhuangzi.”

"Liezi rode the wind and traveled with a cool and good mind. He returned after ten days and fifteen days."

"He does not deliberately pursue worldly things, but simply follows the nature of the universe and controls the changes of the six qi, thereby reaching a state of wandering in the infinite."

“So it is said: The most perfect man has no self.”

"What else does he need?"

"Vodka, your attack was too deliberate. Why were you so eager to hit the target?"

His question made most of the audience stunned.

No, boss.

This is a life-and-death duel. What else can he do if he doesn't want to attack the target?
Just give up?

This is too ridiculous!
And who could understand what that long string of words you were talking about before?

The old Taoist priest understood what he heard and was so shocked that he almost pulled his beard off. He immediately turned to look at his good-for-nothing disciple.

Many martial arts masters understood what was said and were thinking deeply.

But I still want to see Vodka's next performance to confirm it, otherwise Yingsheng is just talking nonsense, and everyone can talk nonsense.

Goemon also understood and stopped attacking. Under everyone's puzzled gazes, he spoke calmly:
"I don't want to kill anything that's pointless."

Vodka didn't understand, and he gasped and looked at the platform, "Will you die if you don't stop being a riddle teller? Please, big man, explain it clearly!"

Yingsheng smiled and said, "Your skills are too poor. It's better to follow your body's instincts. Do you understand?"

"That's easy to say, but how can we do it?"

"You have done it before. You are a Slavic superman. Recall the feeling at that time and discover the power buried deep in your heart."

"What?! This..."

Vodka already understood that Yingsheng was talking about the state he was in when he fought the alien ten days ago.

That kind of boundless rage emerged from nowhere, and that kind of infinite power filled the whole body.

but.

Vodka shook his head dejectedly and threw the stick, which was less than half a meter long in his hand, to the ground.

"I have conducted many experiments since then, and I can no longer return to the state I was in then. At that time... To be honest, I don't know how I did it."

"If you knew, you wouldn't be able to do it." Yingsheng smiled, "It sounds like a paradox, but I have an idea that may help you get back into shape."

"what?"

"Mr. Ishikawa, could you please give Vodka a cut?" Yingsheng asked.

There was a gleam in Goemon's eyes. "You want him to experience a near-death state? Sorry, it seems I shouldn't stop. I should continue to put pressure on him."

"We have different paths but the same destination. I'll just cut off your head with one blow. Please."

"Thank you."

Goemon sheathed his sword and lowered his body slightly.

Vodka stepped back hastily, "Hey, hey, can't I just admit defeat? He already said thank you, he will definitely take the opportunity to kill me!"

Yingsheng sighed, "Of course he is determined to kill you, otherwise do you think he is just playing house? But his thanks are not because he may kill you, but because he may meet an interesting opponent, understand?"

“I don’t understand at all!”

Vodka was already retreating towards the entrance, "I give up! Referee! Your pills can't possibly take on severed heads, I don't want to die!"

"Don't underestimate yourself, Vodka. Your power is far beyond your imagination. Remember, never give up wisdom."

Yingsheng pressed a button, and a heavy iron door fell at the entrance on both sides of the arena, cutting off Vodka's hope of escape.

"Also, Mr. Ishikawa, Vodka has the blood of countless people on his hands. He is guilty of heinous crimes. Killing him will rid the people of harm. You don't need to feel any psychological burden."

"I understand."

As soon as Goemon finished speaking, there was a sound like a bubble bursting, and he disappeared from the spot!

Everyone was shocked to find that he had not used his full strength before!

Vodka leaned against the iron gate with his hands folded in front of him, his eyes full of panic, and he kept looking around.

Yingsheng's voice suddenly rang out: "Your elder brother is dead. I killed him."

what?
Vodka's body stiffened and his mind went blank.

As if in a flash, Goemon was two meters in front of Vodka, and his left thumb moved upwards on the hilt of the knife.

Hotaru's last word and the flash of Goemon's sword flooded into Vodka's mind at the same time.

"kill!"

laugh--!
The knife flashed across the neck without any obstruction.

There was silence.

pat-

The heavy scales on Vodka's neck fell into the dust.

"Ugh……"

The old Taoist priest sighed, and thought he had failed again.

"wrong!"

The young Taoist priest keenly discovered the problem, and it was clearly reflected on the big screen.

Goemon, the sword flashes again!
Then, it stopped suddenly!

The knife light stopped on the five fingers of Vodka's left hand!
"!!!!!!"

Everyone was silent.

Yingsheng shouted loudly:

"Everyone! Vodka did it! He pinched Ishikawa's blade!"

"Wrath descends upon the world, and is as immovable as a mountain!"

"Hey! Why don't you just let it go and start over!"

"Ming Wang!!!"

Yingsheng's voice echoed in the venue and around the world, and then the heavily armored warrior wearing the black Prajna mask really let go of his hand.

A light that had never been seen before lit up in Goemon's eyes.

All over the world, the ups and downs of emotions finally set off thunderous cheers!

At this moment, countless people were shouting the same name.

"Ming Wang!!!"

clang--!
The battle resumes.

This time, even Yingsheng couldn't decide who would win between them.

Yingsheng didn't even give the commentary anymore. He just controlled the numerous cameras to track them as they moved at high speed, watching the game with great interest.

At the same time, my guess was 100% confirmed in my heart.

Ten days ago, the large amount of murderous intent he infused into Cohen combined with the effect of drug A indeed produced miraculous changes.

When the alien was beaten by the people in the winery and could not get up again, the murderous intent in its body had not been completely exhausted. Because of the ideas such as "inspiring cell proliferation" left by Yingsheng, the granulation tissue separated from the alien had a healing effect.

Once the murderous intent in the pile of meat was exhausted, the healing effect disappeared.

The Qingli Resurrection Pills that Yingsheng is currently making all emanate murderous intent from himself.

In short, the so-called new medical technology of the winery is only of this level. It is a consumable product whose principles they cannot understand.

But vodka is different.

Yingsheng also used [Enlightenment] on him at that time, and he attacked the alien in that state.

Theoretically speaking, under various chemical reactions, Vodka, who does not have the blood of the Miyano family, has actually had all the cells in his body merged with the aliens and been reshaped.

This led to a very magical consequence, vodka seemed to have become its own "receiver of murderous intent".

That is to say, when his murderous intent towards anyone not limited to Yingsheng reaches a certain critical value, it is possible that he will return to the "enlightened" state at that time.

This was originally just Yingsheng's guess, because Vodka had never clearly given him the intention to kill, and he felt that there might be something wrong.

It can't be just because vodka has a good temper.

And now that we have verified it, this is the fact.

Quite interesting.

Yingsheng decided to draw Vodka's blood immediately after the game to try to replicate this special case.

If it works, I can make another kind of elixir, specially for warriors, called...

The ultimate freedom pill.

Steal some ideas from the national comics.

It is not a problem to sell one of these pills for one million US dollars, and then he can give Xiao Ai a dividend of 490,000 US dollars.

The Miyano family is really amazing.

I really wish Xiaoai’s parents were not dead, so that the whole family could be reunited and work together to build Hua Ting. That would be so wonderful.

correct.

There is also the Schindler Company that provided highly intelligent AI assistance to the competition team. Let's get in touch with it after the competition. There is a lot of development potential in this area.

Finally, it's Xiaolan. Judging from the current situation, no matter how much behind-the-scenes manipulation is done, it's impossible for her to win the championship.

Ok……

Moreover, the secret box is too cruel, and the event committee will also have opinions.

Think about it carefully, is there any way to make Xiaolan stronger in a short period of time...

In just three seconds, Yingsheng just smiled gently.

Lan has a very strong character. At most I can sneak over tonight to teach her martial arts. How can I use any crooked methods?

That's a complete defilement.

Thinking of this, Yingsheng looked towards Xiaolan.

Xiaolan was watching the game attentively. When she noticed Yingsheng's gaze, she looked up and smiled at him, then continued watching the game.

Yingsheng smiled and continued watching the game.

He likes this feeling.

Their little action did not go unnoticed, or rather, because of Yingsheng's extremely high attention, quite a lot of people actually noticed it.

For example, Kuroba Kaito, he first smiled unconsciously, then remembered that he seemed to have a performance task of pursuing Xiaolan, and immediately his face became stern, because he was trying too hard, his face was so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it.

Vermouth, who changed her clothes and sneaked into the venue, first looked at her Angel, then looked at her Cool Guy, her expression was very conflicted.

Angel and Liuying seem to be sincere, but so does Cool Guy. What should we do?

Is there no way to have the best of both worlds?
There was also Suzuki Tomoko. After she withdrew her gaze, she glanced at Sonoko beside her. Seeing that her silly and cute daughter was staring at the game on the court with starry eyes, she couldn't help but pouting slightly.

And, there is also an old Taoist priest.

His mind turned for a moment and he immediately took a breath of cold air.

"This man said publicly before that he was a gigolo. He has a deep understanding of martial arts and knows a lot about Taoism. I thought he was a heartless person. I didn't expect that he was also a sentimental person. I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to deal with him."

The young Taoist rolled his eyes and said, "Sir, you are cultivating here, and you are just a referee, not a participant."

The old Taoist shook his head, "It's hard to say, hard to say."

"...Who do you think will win?"

On the other side of the communication channel, Gin also asked a similar question.

Yingsheng turned off the microphone and said, "How would I know? The fight between the two of them is like a fight between gods. They have completely abandoned all forms of martial arts and even the five senses, fighting entirely on instinct. Or it can be called selflessness and the fastest perception.

Logically speaking, the outcome of this kind of battle should have been decided in an instant.

But it seems that neither of them has reached perfection, and each is using the other as a whetstone to see who improves faster. "

"It sounds like vodka is a bit worse. He's not a professional," said Gin.

"I guess so……"

Yingsheng paused and quickly turned on the microphone.

"The victory is decided!"

(End of this chapter)