Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Kiel's fist was like a venomous snake poised to strike, its trajectory elegant yet deadly, perfectly blending speed and power, truly as fast as a blur!

"Uh!" Baijiu instantly tensed his abdomen, gathering all his strength into his core.

Based on his experience teaming up with Mojito to fight against Lak in the bathroom last time, his agility and observation skills have improved significantly by two levels.

A painful lesson taught him to clearly see the flaws in Gil's moves.

Just as Kiel's killing intent surged again, and his second punch came hurtling towards him like an arrow traveling at several times the speed of a bullet—a speed that, theoretically, only a robot's reaction could avoid.

But the more impossible something seems, the more determined we are to make it happen.

His neck was slightly tilted to the side, making it impossible to track the trajectory of the punch with the naked eye.

How did he manage to evade it?

Indeed, he once again displayed the gambler's instinct: relying purely on prediction.

The instant he was struck, his computer-like brain had already planned a series of subsequent actions, and he had already set the direction of evasion in his mind!

Kiel's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils filled with shock.

The baijiu's reaction, which exceeded its limits, was completely unexpected.

Even though the risk had been minimized, that 0.01% failure rate still occurred?

Due to the baijiu's dodge, Kiel's body instantly lost its balance.

Taking advantage of this split second, Baijiu suddenly opened his palm, roughly grabbed the hair at the back of her head, and forcefully pressed her head against the cold, damp wall!

Kiel's pale red lips were covered in grit, and blood streamed from the corners of his mouth as he scraped against the rough wall.

However, Kiel revealed an extremely eerie smile!

"Hahahaha—!" Her sinister laughter echoed through the narrow alleyway.

Yes, although the liquor had the upper hand just now, it was only a temporary victory.

Looking at the big picture, the true winner will still be Kiel!

Gil unleashed inhuman strength once more, his back like a hard armor, slamming backward into Baijiu's chest, while his elbows struck backward like sharp blades!

He involuntarily spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Kiel pulled out an iron bar that he had hidden beforehand from the wall, the tip of the bar making a screeching sound as it rubbed against the ground.

She stared coldly at the liquor, raised the iron rod high, and with a ripping sound, brought it down fiercely on his head!

Baijiu, unarmed and unable to resist, could only retreat step by step.

In a daze, he found himself cornered in front of locked iron bars, which meant he didn't have much time left.

On the bridge, Grace and Rum's "battle" continues.

But this is more like a performance with Rum as the main character.

He moved with agility, perfectly dodging every attack from Grace—this was not only a skill honed through training, but also a script that "Intelligent Body" had rehearsed for him countless times.

He hardly needs to think; he simply needs to follow the established procedures.

“Alright, I’m getting old, not as good as I was in my youth.” Rum looked at Grace with a mysterious smile, “It’s time to settle things.”

Before he finished speaking, Rum suddenly exerted force with his calves and pounced on Grace like a lurking cheetah!

A right fist, moving so fast it seemed to leave a blur, shot out from nowhere and struck her directly in the abdomen.

Grace immediately felt a tearing pain in her lower body, as if it were being burned by fire!

Rum's offensive continued, his palms suddenly opened wide, veins bulging, and bulging veins coiling around his joints like writhing dragons.

He gritted his teeth, staring fiercely into Grace's eyes. But he didn't choose to end the fight with the dagger, because the time wasn't right.

With a "whoosh," a cold glint flashed from Grace's sleeve, and the dagger slipped out silently with the nimble movements of a seasoned thief—if Rum hadn't already read the "script," his fingers would probably be scattered on the ground.

Inside the alley, Kiel swung her iron bar, viciously striking Baijiu's shoulders, neck, thighs, and abdomen. She wasn't aiming for specific areas, but rather intending to cripple his fighting ability in the most direct way possible, letting him die a slow death.

Even though Baijiu's physical abilities far surpass those of ordinary people, he is not invincible.

Just as Kiel was gathering all his strength to deliver a fatal blow, Baijiu, who had been at a disadvantage all along, finally launched a counterattack!

He endured humiliation and hardship, waiting for this one and only opening; his foresight was far beyond Kiel's expectations.

Baijiu raised his arms high, gathering his strength in his arms, and forcefully withstood this deadly attack!

Blood dripped from his palm.

In the instant that Kiel was shocked, Baijiu kicked out with his right leg, striking him squarely in the chest!

Kiel felt his stomach churning, as if bile was about to gush out.

Baijiu roughly grabbed Kiel by the back of the neck again, slamming her head against the wall, followed by a heavy elbow strike that knocked her to the ground.

He swung his arms, preparing to leave, but Kiel opened his palms again, adrenaline coursing through his body.

She licked the blood from her lips with the tip of her tongue, her bloodshot, desperate eyes fixed on the liquor.

on the bridge.

“I’ve been waiting for this!” Rum revealed a chilling smile, effortlessly interrupting Grace’s unfinished action, and the dagger fell to the ground with a thud.

He grabbed Grace's petite shoulders with both hands and casually tossed her toward the bridge like a sandbag.

Grace struggled to crawl on the ground, feeling as if many of her joints were broken, and the world spun around her.

It's like being forced to run after spinning a thousand times in place; the whole world is spinning wildly.

She was in excruciating pain in her chest; her clothes were torn during the struggle, and her white lace lingerie was faintly visible.

But Rum paid no attention to any of that, looking down at her with disdain, as if watching a weak animal struggle in vain.

Despite having no chance of winning, they stubbornly struggle—like making an ant devour a living person. Although it is an impossible task, the ant will persistently erode the person little by little.

However, humans are not blind; a single spit is enough to kill an ant.