Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

The fight on the rooftop entered a breathtaking phase.

The initial evenness has vanished, and the tide of battle is tilting at an alarming rate.

Rum seemed to anticipate Baijiu's every punch, always managing to block or dodge by the slightest margin. His counterattacks, however, were as precise as a venomous snake, striking at the weaknesses in Baijiu's moves. His sweeping kicks seemed to anticipate the direction of Baijiu's shifting center of gravity, and his grappling techniques always managed to cut off Baijiu's power at the last second before he could unleash his full force.

Bang! A heavy punch landed on Baijiu's stomach, causing him to groan and stagger backward.

*Swoosh!* A karate chop grazed the neck, leaving a stinging, bloody mark.

Baijiu's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and his blocking arms felt like they were filled with lead.

Something's wrong! Something is very wrong!

Rum's fighting ability seemed to have instantly evolved to a new level—no, not evolved…it was more like he was acting according to a pre-written script. Every move Bai Jiu made, every subconscious reaction, seemed to have been rehearsed countless times beforehand, completely seen through by his opponent!

"Is this all you've got?" Rum sneered coldly, his eyes flashing with an inhuman, almost mechanical precision. He was indeed a man deeply reliant on his "Intelligent Body" for combat simulations; in their previous encounter, the Intelligent Body had already collected and analyzed all of Bai Jiu's combat data, his exertion habits, and even his subconscious coping patterns. At this moment, Rum was like a student with the standard answer key, and all of Bai Jiu's struggles were merely predetermined steps on the question.

This is not a battle; it is turning into a ruthless, one-sided crushing!

Just as Baijiu staggered backward once again from Rum's tricky elbow strike, the calculating glint in Rum's eyes reached its peak, and a cunning, even cruelly mocking smile spread across his lips. His gaze passed over Baijiu's shoulder, fixed on the train ahead—

There, a deep, dark tunnel entrance, like the throat of a giant beast, was rushing towards them! The final node in the calculation had been reached!

Rum stopped attacking and instead made a seemingly harmless move—he lunged forward without hesitation, his entire body pressed tightly against the wet, cold roof of the car!

The movement was too abrupt, a stark contrast to the previous onslaught. Baijiu's mind was somewhat muddled from exhaustion and the blows, but his survival instincts were now sounding the sharpest alarm! Almost on his own, before his mind could comprehend what was happening, his body reacted—using his last ounce of strength, he jerked backward, his back slamming heavily onto the car roof!

At the very moment his body pressed against the roof of the car—

boom! ! !

The boundless darkness and deafening roar instantly swallowed everything! The train plunged into the tunnel! The immense wind pressure and suffocating feeling rushed over us, and all we could see was utter darkness.

Bai Jiu could even feel the cold, rough rock walls at the top of the tunnel whizzing past his nose and the front of his clothes! If he had been half a second later, or even just a fraction of a second later, he would have been scraped and slammed by the tunnel ceiling, turning into a pool of flesh and blood smeared on the rocks!

The tunnel is another world.

The darkness was torn into fragments by the faint light shining through the windows and the intermittent flashing of the overhead safety lights. The enormous wind noise and the sound of wheels hitting the rails were amplified to a deafening degree in the enclosed space.

The cold, rusty wind lashed at the two of them like a whip.

The liquor and rum could only cling tightly to the violently shaking roof of the car, relying on their fingers and toes to find the slightest friction to prevent themselves from being blown away by the powerful airflow.

Rum's right hand, the dagger reappeared in the darkness, its blade occasionally flashing with a dangerous glint.

His gaze and Baijiu's were locked on each other in the flickering light, like two venomous snakes confronting each other in a crevice of rocks.

Rum began to move. Like a giant gecko, he used his core strength to cling tightly to the roof of the car and climbed towards the liquor with difficulty but steady progress.

The distance rapidly shortened in the cramped space.

In the instant the lights came on again, Rum swung his arm out suddenly, the dagger flashing a short, cold light as it pierced Baijiu's face!

The prone position greatly limits the space for dodging.

Bai Jiu could only frantically shake his head and upper body as the blade repeatedly grazed his cheeks and ears, the cold touch and the threat of death stimulating his nerves.

In a swift thrust, Baijiu, in an attempt to dodge, shifted his body too far to the side—

Oops!

Alarm bells rang in his head, but the slippery roof and violent shaking made it impossible for him to regain his balance! He instantly slid off the edge of the roof!

However, Rum did not show a victorious expression on his face; instead, he had a solemn look of "I knew it."

He knows this opponent too well; he will never be defeated so easily.

Sure enough, the next moment, a hand suddenly reached out from the edge of the roof and gripped the metal protrusion on the edge tightly!

Bai Jiu was hanging precariously from the side of the speeding train, the powerful airflow tearing at his body. Beneath his feet were rapidly receding, blurry sleepers and gravel; if he fell, he would be smashed to pieces.

Rum climbed to the edge, looking down at the white wine hanging there, a cruel smile on his face like a cat hunting a mouse.

Without the slightest hesitation, he raised the dagger in his hand again. This time, instead of stabbing, he viciously thrust it towards the finger that was tightly gripping the edge of the baijiu!

The objective is clear—to disable his grip!

Bai Jiu's pupils constricted. The moment the blade fell, his hand gripping the edge suddenly loosened, and his body fell slightly downwards at the last second. At the same time, his other hand barely managed to grab the edge of the window frame of a car below!

Rum's dagger struck the edge of the car roof with a clang, sending sparks flying.

The liquor was like a flickering candle in the wind, hanging outside the carriage.

Rum, on the other hand, was like the Grim Reaper.

They are searching for the next opportunity to end things.

The tunnel was still long.

Seeing that Baijiu had once again escaped the fate of having his finger severed, Rum's eyes gleamed even more fiercely. He did not pull out the dagger stuck in the car roof, but instead gripped the handle tightly with all five fingers, his center of gravity shifting forward instantly!

The blade groaned under the immense pressure, yet it withstood the weight of the rum with remarkable sturdiness.

Like a nimble ape, he used this single fulcrum to lift his legs off the ground and swing down towards his body, which was suspended by the white wine below!

This swinging leg, carrying the force of the whole body and the potential energy of falling, fiercely kicked towards Baijiu's head and shoulder!

Bai Jiu was hanging on the outside of the speeding train with only one hand. His body was unstable in the violent airflow. Seeing the wind coming towards him, he could only desperately twist his body to minimize the damage.

boom!

The heavy sole of the boot still grazed his side hard, causing excruciating pain, and his hand gripping the window frame almost gave way.

His entire body swung outwards like a kite with a broken string, only to be pulled back by gravity and slammed heavily against the cold car wall.

However, Rum's attacks were like a whirlwind, with no respite whatsoever!

He used the force of the reverberation to regain his balance, and with his left hand he pulled out another, shorter and more powerful blade from his pocket!

The knife has a bizarre shape and gleams with a ghostly blue hue under the flickering lights, clearly indicating that it is coated with a potent poison.

He didn't even need to aim; with a flick of his wrist, the blade transformed into a deadly beam of cold light, shooting straight at the gap in Baijiu's chest and abdomen that had been temporarily exposed due to the impact!

This series of movements was fluid and seamless, making the most of the environment, tools, and the body. The knife thrust was a surprise attack, the flying kick in mid-air was a display of overwhelming power, and the final poisoned blade sneak attack was a calculated move to exploit the inevitable opening in the opponent's defenses—a truly deadly strike!

Baijiu's pupils shrank to pinpoints; the shadow of death had never been so close.

He could almost smell the faint, sweet, metallic scent emanating from the blade.

At this critical moment, he managed to dodge the attack with his suspended body.

Words simply cannot describe the horror of baijiu.

Anyone else in that situation would have died countless times by now.