Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Hmm.

silence.

Ran Mouri chuckled to herself and pulled Aoze to the riverbank.

A gentle autumn breeze rustles through the mountains, and the trees in the forest resemble a giant palette.

Qingze found a patch of grass to sit down, plucked a blade of grass, and put it in his mouth.

Ran Mouri was nearby, baiting her hook and casting it.

She put the fishing rod down and looked at Qingze, who was doing nothing, with a puzzled expression.

"Mr. Qingze, aren't you going fishing?"

"I'm prone to catching unlucky things when I fish."

Since we're out having fun, let's not spoil the mood by fishing out a corpse.

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Ran Mouri had only seen Aozawa fish for a corpse once.

"Last time, I almost caught three children. The time before that, I caught a corpse that someone had just dumped..."

Ran Mouri listened to his amazing fishing experience as if it were a story, and was greatly amazed.

"What kind of constitution is this?"

"Who knows? So you can just fish for it yourself."

"But don't you think I get bored fishing?"

"It's alright. I can soak up the sun and take a nap. Isn't that what it's all about to relax when you're out having fun?"

"All right……"

Seeing that he didn't want to fish, Ran Mouri went along with him.

Sonoko took her fishing rod and came over to Ran Mouri. The two fished and chatted and laughed together.

Kyogoku Makoto walked over to Aozawa.

"Mr. Aozawa, you haven't formally introduced yourself yet. My name is Makoto Kyogoku."

"Hello." Qingze gave a friendly smile.

"I feel you're very strong. Can we spar?" Makoto Kyogoku went straight to the point, his eyes gleaming with fighting spirit.

Qingze raised an eyebrow and looked the person in front of him up and down.

Your intuition is very accurate.

"can."

In response to Kyogoku Makoto's request for a sparring match, Aozawa stood up from the grass, took off his sunglasses and tossed them to Ran Mouri, revealing his scarlet eyes without colored contact lenses.

"You guys go fishing first, we'll go wander around the area."

Ran Mouri blinked, took the sunglasses, and nodded.

Watching the two walk into the woods together, Sonoko Suzuki poked her head out, puzzled.

Where are they going?

"It seems they wanted to have a friendly spar."

"Huh? Mr. Qingze wants to spar with Azhen?"

That's Ah Zhen!

He can break stone pillars with his bare hands, catch BBs fired by 11 people in succession with his eyes closed, and even dodge rifle bullets.

She wasn't bragging about her boyfriend; it's just the truth.

Qingze wants to spar with Azhen? That's way too presumptuous of him.

Ran Mouri's eyelids twitched.

She really wanted to say that it wasn't Aozawa who wanted to spar with Kyogoku Makoto.

Instead, Kyogoku Makoto wanted to spar with Aozawa.

I don't know how Kyogoku Makoto could tell that Aozawa was so amazing, since Mr. Aozawa hadn't done anything at all.

Or is it a mutual perception among powerful beings in the dark?

"Quick, Xiaolan, let's go see!"

Ran Mouri glanced at the swaying float, nodded, and stood up.

There's no rush to go fishing; I'll watch this first, then I'll go fishing.

Qingze stepped into the woods and chose a relatively open space.

"Let's do it here."

The two stood facing each other, and Makoto Kyogoku performed a standing salute, a gesture typically used before a karate fight.

Qingze still had a blade of grass in his mouth and didn't make any movement.

Almost at the same moment, the two moved.

The air whistled as two figures crossed paths in the forest clearing at an illogical speed.

boom!

A heavy thud resounded, like boulders colliding.

A visible shockwave exploded, swirling up a shower of golden and red leaves.

Aozawa met Kyogoku Shinichi's powerful straight punch head-on, the falling leaves beneath his feet exploding in a ring, yet he remained completely unmoved!

A hint of surprise flashed in Makoto Kyogoku's eyes.

They actually caught it!

Knew it!

His intuition was right; the person in front of him was very strong!

Without the slightest pause, Qingze twisted his body and unleashed a side kick as fast as black lightning.

Thud! Another muffled sound!

Kyogoku Makoto's burly body was thrown backward by the immense force.

Qingze followed closely, his body pressed low, his right leg sweeping out like lightning, skimming the ground—

Click!

Kyogoku Makoto's center of gravity collapsed instantly.

Ran and Sonoko were still walking into the woods when a series of dull, heavy, and unsettling impacts came from the depths of the dense forest not far away.

Then came the loud crashing sound of trees shaking violently, followed by a tree falling down.

"They've already started sparring?" Sonoko gasped. "Isn't this a bit too much of a commotion?"

Ran Mouri pulled her along and ran quickly into the woods. Soon, the scene in the woods appeared before their eyes.

Although they hadn't exchanged more than a few blows, the open space around them was already a mess.

The thick layer of golden fallen leaves was plowed away by a violent force, revealing dark soil.

A tree as thick as a telephone pole was snapped in half.

On the ground, Kyogoku Makoto's feet plowed out two deep furrows.

He leaned against a large tree, breathing heavily, sweat streaming down his resolute face.

Qingze stood a few meters away, slowly straightening his body. Sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on him. The grass stalk in his mouth remained unmoved, and his breathing was frighteningly steady.

Yuanzi gasped.

How come it's Ah Zhen who lost in this scene?

They were only behind for a short while; the fight was incredibly fast.

"Kyogoku-kun, are you alright?" Ran Mouri asked Kyogoku Makoto with concern.

She knew all too well just how strong Qingze's body was.

That's power far beyond the limits of a normal human body; it's like having a cheat code.

Even if Kyogoku Makoto's strength is considered overpowered among normal people, not all overpowered abilities are the same.

Makoto Kyogoku stood up and shook his head.

"I'm fine, Mr. Qingze went easy on me."

He was defeated in just three moves.

The person in front of me is really too strong.

Sonoko Suzuki looked at Aozawa with surprise.

She just couldn't understand it. If Qingze had that kind of strength, why would Xiaolan be afraid of any assassins?

With him as a bodyguard, wouldn't every assassin who comes along be killed?

Qingze spat out the grass stem in his mouth, took the sunglasses handed to him by Mouri Ran, and put them back on.

Kyogoku Makoto is indeed very strong; he has reached the limit that a normal person can achieve.

However, he is not a normal person.

Moreover, he practices killing techniques, which emphasize defeating the enemy as quickly as possible. Karate, a competitive sport, is simply no match for him.

Of course, with Kyogoku Makoto's skills, he could easily overwhelm the rest of the organization.

Chapter 223 It's just a fish, what's there to brag about?

"You guys are sparring way too fast! We haven't even seen anything yet."

Sonoko Suzuki sighed and ran to Makoto Kyogoku's side to check on him.

"Are you injured?"

Seeing the concern and worry on Sonoko's face, Makoto Kyogoku shook his head, a sweet feeling welling up in his heart.

"No."

It was just a friendly spar, not a fight to the death. Everyone stopped short of killing each other and held back their strength.

We're all out having fun; it wouldn't be good if someone got injured in a fight.

The group returned to the riverbank, and Sonoko Suzuki sighed repeatedly.

"He usually keeps a low profile, I never expected Mr. Qingze to be so amazing."

She never thought anyone could surpass her boyfriend.

But today, she saw it.

"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile."

Qingze acted as if he had done something completely ordinary.

Ran Mouri chuckled inwardly as she watched Aoze's upturned lips.

Honestly, he's clearly so smug, yet he keeps saying he wants to be low-key.

"Is your hand alright?" She took Qingze's left hand and looked at it with some concern.

I wonder if the bones inside have healed properly. Will it cause any problems?

"fine."

Qingze pulled his left hand out and felt something was wrong with his right hand. He looked up and saw that the ring on his index finger had broken off at some point, and the broken end was stuck in the flesh inside his palm, with blood flowing out.

Qingze: "?"

Is this ring really that bad quality?

It was just one punch...

Sure enough, apart from brass knuckles and gloves, it's not appropriate to wear anything fancy on your hands when fighting.