Detective Conan: I, with my magical powers, am going to destroy the world!

"Players can punch this force-measuring touchpad, and then the corresponding value will appear on the force measuring machine. The higher the value, the better the picture on the force measuring machine screen will look."

"The original design concept of this boxing force measuring machine was to relieve stress, with a minimum striking force of 1 and a maximum striking force of 1000."

"However, generally speaking, being able to hit 200 is already quite good. As for the theoretical value of 1000, you would need at least the strength of a world-class boxing champion to achieve that."

As he explained, Koji Ueda stood in front of the machine and put on boxing gloves.

"When you exert force, as long as your posture, punching method, and punching angle are correct, it's easy to achieve high damage output. Please see..."

Then he threw a punch, and a number appeared on the screen: 193.

Koji Ueda grinned sheepishly.

This guy talked a good game, but the data was actually pretty mediocre.

Hironobu Takeshita, standing nearby, chuckled and said, "Speaking of which, Nakajima is actually the best among us. How about it, Nakajima, want to give it a try?"

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“Okay.” Hideaki Nakajima took off his shirt and handed it to Hironobu Takeshita. Then he put on his boxing gloves and punched the opponent in a circle. The screen showed a value of 348.

The machine suddenly started playing exaggerated "Hallelujah" music.

Upon seeing this, Xiaolan exclaimed, "Wow, that's amazing!"

"Miss Ran, would you like to try it too?" Hideaki Nakajima suggested. "This can relieve stress."

"I see. Okay then, I'll give you a punch."

Xiao Lan excitedly agreed, then put on her boxing gloves, and suddenly exerted her strength, smashing the object.

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With a "bang," the force measuring plate shook noticeably twice, and a number appeared on the display screen: 400.

"Wow!"

Everyone around applauded.

It's unbelievable that such a slender girl has such great strength.

Conan's eyes lit up, and he thought of a way to make Akatsuki Feng lose face.

He feigned innocence and shouted, "Sister Xiaolan is amazing! Brother Chichu must be even more amazing than Sister Xiaolan. He's the strongest Onmyoji in Tokyo!"

Ok?

Akatsuka looked at Conan with displeasure.

That little rascal is up to his old tricks again.

I'm an Onmyoji, not a boxing champion.

If I were to box, could I be stronger than Xiaolan?

Several people nearby, unaware of the situation, chimed in, "Lord Chichu, please have one!"

"Yeah, maybe we can get the highest score of the day."

"Really been waiting."

Hearing the commotion, many people gathered around.

Ran, with a bright smile, leaned closer and said, "Akachu-san, if you surpass me, I can grant you a request~"

huh?

Xiaolan, you've become bad too, Jin.

Chapter 181 Conan was so scared he wanted to pee.

Since there was a reward, Chi Chufeng began to seriously consider it.

To get a high score, the punching posture and angle don't matter; they can only improve the score slightly.

The most important things are only strength and speed.

Speed ​​isn't difficult.

As long as you cast the Gale spell on your arm, you can achieve any speed you want.

But strength is not so easy to come by.

High speeds place very high demands on physical strength.

If you can't protect your arm, even if you achieve a high score, it can lead to cuts and lacerations, and you might even break a bone.

It would be too foolish to lose an arm for a game.

How can I protect my arms?

Chi Chufeng suddenly had a thought.

By the way, I can use magical creatures.

By attaching a misty tengu to the outside of the arm and turning it into transparent mist, a cushioning effect can be created.

All the power was borne by the Tengu.

Even if there is any loss, it is only the consumption of magic power.

However, the front of the fist receives the most impact.

It's likely that the thin, flake-like Mist Tengu won't be able to withstand it all.

What methods can be used to create a buffer?

Looking at the heavy boxing gloves, Chi Chufeng suddenly had an idea.

Looking into the space, there was a spirit that looked like it was being inflated, like a balloon.

That's the Pisco we just got.

You're the one. Using you as a cushion is absolutely no problem.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Chi Chufeng raised his fist.

"Oh dear, Lord Akatsuki, you haven't put on your boxing gloves yet."

Koji Ueda, who was standing nearby, reminded him.

"Boxing gloves? What do real men use boxing gloves for!"

Chi Chufeng said calmly.

Everyone around was stunned.

That's awesome!

But won't you hurt your hands if you don't wear boxing gloves?

The force measuring plate is made of iron.

Conan was speechless.

You talk about how much you hate them, but what if you end up getting two or three hundred? Let's see where you'll save face then.

Chi Chufeng didn't care what everyone was thinking.

He began to cast spells in sequence, releasing his pets and spirits.

Intermediate Magic: Gale!

The air swirled rapidly across my arm.

The misty dog ​​transformed into a transparent mist that enveloped its arm.

Pisker's soul was placed in front of the fist.

With everything ready, Chi Chufeng roared and slammed his fist hard onto the force-measuring plate.

Boom!

The entire exhibition hall seemed to shake.

This punch wasn't just about the speed from the Gale Technique and the power provided by the Mist Tengu; it also had to be combined with the explosive force from Pisk's soul being crushed.

The combination of these three forces finally produced tremendous power.

The entire exhibition hall was completely silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape, unable to close them.

The force plate bent backward, revealing a clear circular fist mark in the middle.

It never bounced back.

Cracks appeared on the ground and at the locations where the bolts were fixed.

If it weren't for the fact that the machine was buried deeper during construction for safety reasons, it probably would have been blown away.

The machine emitted a strange squeaking sound, which didn't sound like a celebration at all, but rather like a miserable groan.

On some distorted large screens, a numerical value is displayed...

1000!