Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"There's something strange about this person..."

Conan whispered to Hattori who was covering his head and looking confused.

The current situation is obviously not friendly to Musashibo Benkei. There are dozens of accomplices lying on the ground, but he can still talk to them in a calm tone. This is not very reasonable.

Is there any other backup plan?
"Mr. Nishijo, let Kazuha go. I will be your hostage." Hattori endured the dizziness, gritted his teeth and took two steps forward, holding the small cloth bag in his hand.

Since the white hair of Medicine Buddha was taken away by Lin Feng, the thing inside contained small stones that Okita picked up from the roadside. It would be terrible if it was exposed.

"hostage?"

"You probably misunderstood."

"I don't need this kind of thing."

Wearing a mask and a hood, Musashibo Benkei stood alone in front of the hall and pushed Kazuha, who had her hands tied, out.

The wooden door of the main hall behind him was open, and it was pitch black inside and he couldn't see clearly what was inside. He didn't know what gods and Buddhas were enshrined there, but it just felt a little creepy.

"Kazuha!" Hattori caught Kazuha who was running over, untied the rope for her, and tore off the tape on her mouth.

"Are you planning to surrender or do you look down on us?"

Guimaru took a quick look at the young couple, then turned to ask the person standing on the steps in the distance.

How unsatisfied! Still thinking about your first love...

"This sword is the demon sword Muramasa. You'd better be serious." Musashibo Benkei swung the long sword in his hand, and the sound of the air being cut was particularly harsh.

His words and actions said it all.

Admitting defeat and surrendering is absolutely impossible, but I really think he wants to chop those people to pieces.

"Is it my turn to go on stage?" Okita asked Onimaru fiercely.

You've already had your moment in the spotlight, now it's my turn!

"Be careful, there should be iron bars stuffed inside his wrist guard, so he is not afraid of being cut by a knife." Hattori reminded.

Knowing the strength of Onimaru Takeshi and Okita, he was not too worried about them. As long as he paid attention, it would only take a few minutes to take down Mr. Saijo.

"Strange, Mr. Saijo!"

"Don't you want to know where the Buddha statue is?" Conan asked loudly.

"I will leave you a breath to beg for mercy. Then, you will know all the secrets."

Musashibo Benkei, who was wearing an old man's mask, spoke in an incredibly loud voice. While speaking, he had already pointed his demon sword at Onimaru Takeshi who was standing in the front.

Conan was speechless for a moment and stood aside with Hattori Kazuha.

"Stop talking nonsense and come on!"

Onimaru Meng had no intention of competing with the kendo master who was holding the demon sword Muramasa with a wooden sword, so he picked up an ordinary samurai sword from the ground and said seriously.

"These knives seem to be too bad..." Okita also picked up the knife of a minion, swung it and complained.

"Dang~"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of metal clashing was heard not far away.

"Damn!" Even though Guimaru Meng had amazing psychological quality, he still widened his eyes when the blade in his hand broke at the touch, not knowing what to curse.

Who made these lousy knives? I’m afraid they’re not as useful as my own wooden swords!

It was hard to tell the depth of the blow with just one strike, but the opponent was incredibly strong, even stronger than himself, and there were no flaws in his movements and footwork.

To be honest, Hattori gave Onimaru the feeling that he didn't seem like he could escape from a master of such strength.

The two sides only needed one sword strike to determine the winner, and no one expected this result.

The demon sword Muramasa wins!
"Despicable guy!"

"If you have the guts, put down the knife and decide the outcome with your fists!" He Ye shouted loudly.

If she used Aikido, she could fight a few rounds. After being tied up for an entire afternoon, she was in good spirits.

"..."

Conan smiled silently.

If the fight was decided with fists, that guy would probably beat all of them to death...

"Come again!" Guimaru dodged sideways and then rushed forward with a knife.

Knowing his own shortcomings, he no longer chooses a head-on approach, but constantly looks for gaps to break through.

However, this style of play is both frustrating and uncomfortable...

But the man opposite seemed to be addicted to slashing with a sword. He didn't even cut people, but used the magic sword Muramasa to slash with a sword. It was easier than killing a chicken. . .

"Isn't this something he planned?"

Okita looked at the knife in the other's hand and turned to the detectives and asked.

It is quite difficult to find these scraps of copper and iron on the ground, and looking at the other party's fearless look at the beginning, it really seems like it was designed.

"No, I assure you, he doesn't know what kind of weapons these men are holding." Conan shook his head and said.

Look how happy that guy is...

The current situation is very strange. Onimaru Meng is like a laborer handing firewood to the master chef for chopping. There is no firewood that can withstand a blow from Muramasa.

In this situation, it is impossible to tell the opponent's kendo level. All we know is that the opponent is very fast, very strong, and extremely responsive. . .

"Hey, Kudo, why aren't you playing football yet?" Hattori leaned aside and asked in a low voice.

He was kicked in the gaming world, and that kick kicked him out of the game, causing a GAME OVER.

"I don't think this is necessary..." Conan turned his head and said with dead eyes.

It seems that Hattori did not faint, he was really holding on, and I couldn't see anything.

If the real Musashibo Benkei Saijo had this kind of strength, two Hattori would not be enough for him to chop down, so how could he fail?
"Dang~"

Another knife was cut off. After taking two steps back, Guimaru stopped and looked at the other party with a bad face.

"You haven't practiced kendo for a few days, right?"

"Why would an outsider like you set up this kind of situation?"

Guiwan Meng also thought that the scrap metal on the ground was the work of the other party.

From the way the other party held the knife and the movements of his feet, he analyzed that the other party was a latecomer.

It may be fierce and fast, but an amateur is an amateur and the imitation is too obvious.

"Outsider?"

Hattori could still hear these words clearly.

He knew very well that the guy who attacked him, although his moves were a bit strange and he had never seen them before, was definitely not an amateur.

Osaka Kurokichi looked at the Death God elementary school student who was standing beside him with his hands in his pockets and a nonchalant expression, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I see!"

He Ye was stunned, helped Hei Ji stand up, and asked: "Heiji, are you okay?"

"Wa Ye, are you sure he is really the Mr. Saijo we met?" Hattori asked his childhood sweetheart who was kidnapped.

"You ask this..." He Ye was a little confused.

The voice that speaks is definitely Mr. Nishijo!
"I'm asking if you've ever seen his face."

"No, he attacked me from behind with a handkerchief soaked in drugs. I thought I was a pervert and was scared to death. Fortunately, I fainted..." (End of this chapter)