In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

Chapter 91 I got up and killed him with one punch.

The bad news is that this obviously cyborg looks a lot like the guy who was hit by three RPGs before he died, and his clothes are the same style, maybe even the same model.

Good news, I'm not fighting alone anymore.

"Your counter-tracking capabilities have declined, haven't they, Konek?" Vermouth glanced at Mason and said sarcastically.

It seems she's really unhappy with herself.

"Ugh—we actually got caught up, even though we took a roundabout route."

Mason clicked his tongue, then looked at Conan and said, "Although time is a bit tight, I'll still ask how you guys knew about the Shibuya incident?"

"A huge flash of light and an explosion suddenly occurred in the bustling city center—the news is already everywhere."

Conan met his gaze and asked, "You said it yourself, that it's definitely related to you, so what exactly happened?"

"Well—" Mason shrugged. "I hid the money in that apartment. I was planning to hurry over there and make a run for it, but I was caught by the organization. Luckily, I was more skilled. I had thought about this beforehand, so I set up some traps and successfully killed a super-powerful cyborg who looked a lot like this guy.

"?" Conan keenly grasped the key point. "Very strong—just how strong?"

"Hmm—a human truck?" Mason scratched his face. "If I weren't so tough right now, I would have been punched to death by that guy—by the way, it took me three RPGs to take him down, not that I missed, but that much firepower was needed." Oh—to put it simply, that guy took three rocket launchers before he was blown up."

"ah???"

Now, not only Conan, but also Haibara and Shuichi Akai were shocked. The latter immediately asked, "Are you serious?"

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"Do I need to lie about something like this?"

Mason shrugged and said, "So, although I don't know if this one is the same model as the one I encountered before, just to be on the safe side, we'd better run away immediately. You don't want to be run over by a human truck, do you?"

"Run?" Makoto Kyogoku suddenly said.

"That's right, before this guy gets in—ah, looks like it's too late."

Mason was speaking when he saw an astonishing scene unfold on the monitor: a cyborg standing downstairs jumped up, grabbed onto a second-floor windowsill nearly five meters high, then flipped over, kicked open the glass window, and jumped into the hotel.

There's a kind of beauty in the way that great effort produces miracles.

"—It really is—power beyond human capabilities."

Shuichi Akai was taken aback by this outrageous performance. After all, although he had done many things that were completely beyond human capabilities, those things were always disguised with the guise of "others might be able to do it too." But this thing, where someone could jump five meters high from a standing position, was purely challenging biology.

Mason then stood up, making a move to walk towards the door, saying as he went, "It was a pleasure to meet you all. I hope we'll have the chance to meet again."

However, before he could take a step, a broad hand blocked his way.

"etc."

It was Makoto Kyogoku. He stood up, stopped Mason, and walked alone towards the door: "There's no need to run away."

Is it the majestic aura unique to martial arts masters? Just by standing there, he exudes an aura of authority without even trying.

Oh my god, is the true pinnacle of combat power in the Detective Conan world about to make its move?

If the cyborg we just saw was a human dump truck, then Makoto Kyogoku is at least a human shield machine. You know, in The Fist of Blue Sapphire, this guy supposedly smashed an entire building with a single punch. Aoyama Masaru also called him a super S-class fighter who could single-handedly take down the entire brewery. Dealing with a mere cyborg would probably be a piece of cake for him.

Mason was certainly aware of this, but he couldn't just go up to her and bow deeply, asking for her help, could he? His performance just now was clearly necessary.

"Although I still don't quite understand what's going on—"

Makoto Kyogoku patted his chest and said boldly, "But in short, as long as we stop or defeat the enemy, that's all that matters, right?"

"Theoretically, that's true—" Mason hissed, "but let me reiterate, I wasn't joking. That's a cyborg who can survive a direct hit from a rocket launcher. No matter how strong your karate is, it's impossible for that to happen—"

"How can a mere rocket launcher possibly stand against a well-trained body?" Makoto Kyogoku said, raising his head. "Don't worry, now that I've taken on this bodyguard job, I will definitely fulfill my responsibilities to the end."

"Is that so?"

Mason feigned weakness, then turned his attention to other questions: "You guys aren't going to fight here, are you?"

"It's alright. I had considered this possibility before, so I paid to have the hotel emptied out," Yusaku Kudo said calmly. "Now the only people in the hotel are us—and the one who just barged in."

"No problem," Shuichi Akai followed up. "James has already confirmed that there are no other suspicious persons nearby."

At this point, Conan nodded solemnly: "Then, Kyogoku-senpai, I'm counting on you."

"Leave it to me."

Kyogoku Makoto gave a thumbs-up, then strode out of the room with a triumphant air.

Conan, Ai Haibara, and Yukiko Kudo were forced to stay in the room. Vermouth was unable to move due to her leg injury, so Yusaku Kudo volunteered to stay behind. Meanwhile, Mason and Shuichi Akai drew their guns and cautiously left the room.

And so, the three grown men arrived in the corridor on the third floor of the hotel.

About half a minute later, with a series of heavy footsteps, the muscular cyborg with a stiff expression walked up the stairs in a very open manner.

The moment he entered the corridor, he locked onto his target and stared intently at Mason.

"Target confirmed."

A voice that sounded almost like a synthesized machine came out of the cyborg's mouth. Then, he suddenly bent down, pushed off with his feet, and stomped a shallow dent in the cement floor. In return, he charged forward at high speed and with great power, like a wild bear.

Just by looking at his imposing presence, Mason recalled the terrible experience of having his limbs torn off like a chicken not long ago.

But this time he's not fighting alone.

"stop!"

In the blink of an eye, Makoto Kyogoku let out a deafening roar that made people's eardrums ache. Then, he flashed in front of Mason, blocking the path of the cyborg's charge.

That powerful body was as strong as a deity. Facing the cyborg's attack, which was comparable to a truck ramming, Makoto Kyogoku did not even try to dodge. Instead, he charged forward and forcefully blocked the guy's two arms, stopping his momentum completely in an instant.

A thunderous roar echoed through the corridor, and Mason and Shuichi Akai almost felt a gust of wind blowing against their cheeks.

The aftershocks alone were this powerful!

"Drink it!!!"

In the next instant, Makoto Kyogoku suddenly thrust his body forward, instantly turning the tables and suppressing the cyborg.

Then, he suddenly reversed the direction of his force, pulling backward and causing the cyborg to lose his balance. He then twisted his waist, turned around, and with unparalleled strength, dragged a body that was taller and heavier than him off the ground like a balloon. After spinning it once, he threw it out!

In an instant, the cyborg flew more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground!

Karate, you're so powerful!

Mason isn't stupid. He wouldn't need to get punched to see how strong someone is. Just by looking at their momentum, he could tell that this cyborg was on the same level as the last one.

In other words, they are human dump trucks.

That's incredible! It can even withstand something like this. Is this the true value of being the world's number one expert in Detective Conan?

To be honest, the potential of the human race in the Detective Conan world seems a bit too high. Judging from Makoto Kyogoku's performance, even in a Kamen Rider-like setting, he would definitely be the kind of absurd being who could tear monsters apart with his bare hands. Putting him in the Detective Conan setting is really a bit over the top, which is worthy of the positioning given by Aoyama Gosho.

Moreover, it seems that Kyogoku Makoto didn't even use his full strength. He only unleashed a small burst of power, which directly sent the cyborg flying more than ten meters away. It's fortunate that the corridor is very long, otherwise he would have crashed through one or two walls.

"I see, it's indeed very strong!"

Makoto Kyogoku nodded solemnly, then switched to a defensive stance, saying to the two behind him, "You guys stay back. This guy is probably not someone that can be dealt with by ordinary firearms."

"It seems that's indeed the case."

Shuichi Akai readily put the pistol back into its holster, while Mason cautioned, "Don't treat this thing like a human! Even if its limbs are broken or its body is burned, it won't stop them from fighting. If you're going to fight, you'd better be prepared to tear it to pieces to end the battle."

Makoto Kyogoku did not answer, but instead frowned deeply.

—A sense of incongruity.

This was the only scent he could detect from this enemy.

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Indeed, this guy was strong, stronger than most people in the world. The brute force he felt in that brief exchange was almost the strongest he had ever seen in his life, and the chilling killing intent was incredibly pure—but apart from these, he couldn't sense anything else from this guy.

As a grandmaster of karate, reading an opponent's personality and character from their movements and principles is just basic for Makoto Kyogoku. As the saying goes, martial arts can make friends, and while he can't turn an enemy into a friend after a fight, he can certainly figure out what kind of person the other is.

Passionate as fire or venomous as a snake? Generous and magnanimous or petty and narrow-minded? Try it and you'll find out.

But this opponent—had nothing.

It was like fighting a wooden stake or a machine. Apart from a chilling killing intent, he couldn't feel anything from his opponent's fist—to the point where he was almost experiencing the uncanny valley effect.

Despite having a human appearance, this guy is definitely not human!

A subtle fear permeated Kyogoku Makoto's heart. It wasn't that he couldn't beat him, but rather that he had never dealt with this type of opponent before. To describe it, it was like an ordinary person seeing a cockroach the size of a soccer ball crawling on the ground. He could definitely kill it, but there was a sense that if he attacked, he would be at a disadvantage.

But his opponent didn't give Kyogoku Makoto any time to think. Just a few seconds later, the cyborg sprang to his feet and charged at Mason with the same tactic he used before.

There's nothing more to say now, only war!

Makoto Kyogoku instantly cast aside his concerns, strode forward, and delivered a powerful straight punch to the cyborg.

The opponent reacted quickly, immediately stopping and crossing his arms in a defensive stance. But Kyogoku Makoto's fist was not something that could be easily blocked. The moment the fist and arm collided, the seemingly rock-solid defense was smashed apart, and the fist continued to strike towards his chest.

The shockwave spread out like a whirlwind, and the cyborg was punched so hard that he staggered back two steps, almost losing his balance.

Kyogoku Makoto didn't stop there. After knocking his opponent back with a punch, he immediately charged forward and chopped the cyborg in the neck with a chop, stunning him. Then he unleashed a barrage of jabs and punches. The entire fight scene looked like it had been transplanted from some unknown fighting manga, prompting Mason and Shuichi Akai in the background to exclaim in unison, "Is this even possible for a human to produce such special effects?"

This isn't a move that can be found in any particular style of karate; it was purely Makoto Kyogoku improvising on the spot.

It's important to understand that he doesn't have a bloodthirsty personality. Although he possesses the immense strength to kill a bull—no, an elephant—with a single punch, he usually suppresses his power when he attacks. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a friendly sparring match, but rather a pure massacre.

The basic process is to first symbolically exchange a couple of moves to gauge the opponent's strength, then adjust the intensity to allow the opponent to exit in a more dignified manner, and sometimes even lose a little – it's just human nature, nothing unusual.

Having developed a habit from his long career of dominating weaker opponents, even now, when he takes on a bodyguard job and is required to take down his opponent as quickly as possible, he will habitually conduct a test – this series of jabs is to confirm the opponent's ability to withstand damage, gradually increasing the force from enough to send a sandbag flying, and after a dozen or so punches, it increases to the level of a car hitting someone, which can be described as well-organized.

However, the opponent's physique was also incredibly strong. After being subjected to such terrifying combos that could probably turn an iron plate into putty, he didn't even spit out a mouthful of blood, nor did his body distort. It seemed that he could actually withstand it completely.

"this----"

Mason hissed, took a grenade from his belt, and beckoned to Kyogoku Makoto, "Try stuffing this in his mouth?"

"No need."

Makoto Kyogoku shook his head and said, "I've pretty much figured out how much force to use."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw another punch.

This punch was precisely charged, and he considered it a sure-kill blow.

Struck by a punch far more powerful than the previous combos, the cyborg was almost sent flying backward by the force of the blow. But Makoto Kyogoku, with lightning speed, used one hand to grab the cyborg's head, forcibly holding him in place. After a brief pause, he roared and unleashed another powerful punch—

"Eeya!!!"

"Guwa!"

Although it sounds a bit exaggerated, Mason even had the illusion that Kyogoku Makoto's punch produced a meaningless flashing effect. Although it didn't, the cyborgs did let out a meaningless scream, so it seems they weren't completely silent after all.

Like the deafening roar of quarry machinery, the cyborg's diaphragm took the heavy blow with a loud "bang!" His back bulged almost visibly, and Kyogoku Makoto's fist "sank" directly into his chest, almost resulting in a chest-piercing tragedy.

But no, after all, Kyogoku Makoto wasn't some kind of serial killer.

After delivering the punch, he took a deep breath, threw the limp cyborg aside, and the latter collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Wow, awesome.

Dude, you took down your opponent after using up all the rockets, but you knocked him down with just a few punches. You're even more awesome than rockets.

Immediately afterwards, Kyogoku Makoto assumed a posture of releasing his strength, slowly exhaled, and looked at the cyborg lying on the ground with a somewhat solemn expression.

He wouldn't fight like that if he were facing an opponent with whom he could have a conversation.

Because at his level, if he used too much force, he could punch a person like a piece of tofu. After all, the human body is no harder than cement. Even Ran Mouri, who is several levels below him, can break a telephone pole with one punch, let alone him.

But the moment he began to fight this thing—no, this thing—he realized that it could not be called a person at all, but a cold, fleshy machine that would not be intimidated or avoid danger. Only by completely defeating it could he guarantee his own safety.

Was it cultivated directly from embryos in a laboratory, or was a living human being modified into this form?

Makoto Kyogoku wasn't very scientific, but he was a very humane person. Faced with this monster, which was likely created using some inhumane methods, he couldn't help but feel extremely angry.

Anyone capable of creating something like this is no ordinary villain; we must strike hard!

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