Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

Sano bent down, patted the chubby boy's head, and praised him.

"Good job, man."

Chapter 433, 432, Stand Up

Little Fatty groggily opened his eyes a crack, then closed them again.

He finally lost consciousness completely.

...Of course, this level of injury is definitely not fatal.

I'll probably have to stay in the hospital for a few days.

Sano looked at the black man again, and the two stared at each other for a few seconds without making a move.

Until the other party was already somewhat suspicious.

Sano then spoke up, "What, didn't you want to fight me?"

"Aren't you going to make a move?"

The black man was taken aback, then grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth.

"Ha, then let's begin!!!"

With a powerful punch, Sano's tall figure instantly "fell" to the ground.

"Snapped!"

He stepped back with his right foot, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Seeing the man's body bent at almost a 180-degree angle, his head nearly touching the ground, yet his left foot seemed rooted to the ground, still not completely fallen, the smile on the black man's face froze.

A sense of shock followed, and a heavy feeling settled over me.

"squeak--"

Sano twisted his foot, making a screeching sound as it scraped against the ground. With all his might, he used his face to push against the black man's fist and straightened his body back to its original position.

At the same time.

Sano's fist landed on the black man's face.

"Well!"

The black man staggered back a few steps under the brutal force.

After finally regaining her balance, she still looked somewhat dazed.

Shaking his head, the black man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned: "Not bad, you didn't disappoint me after all. You didn't come to Japan for nothing. Remember me, kid, I'm from America, and my name is Black Dragon!"

After introducing himself, Heilong rushed out again and punched Sano in the face.

Sano still didn't dodge or block, and took the second punch from the black dragon with his face.

And the result.

It was still the same as the first punch.

Of course, this guy's fists are very hard, even comparable to Makoto Kyogoku's.

Sano was not actually as unharmed as he appeared.

But at least compared to this guy.

The impact on Sano was indeed negligible.

Black Dragon was hit hard by Sano again—he, too, had his own pride.

Since Sano isn't dodging or flinching...

So naturally, the Black Dragon wouldn't do anything unnecessary.

And so, the two of them continued to exchange punches.

They each used their maximum strength and exchanged blows for about ten rounds.

Then, the power of Black Dragon's punches weakened.

Each time he was knocked back by Sano's punch, the time he needed to catch his breath became longer and longer.

...How is this possible!?

Black Dragon finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground, his head spinning.

How could such a monster exist? How could someone take so many punches to the head and still stand there like nothing happened?!

Black Dragon braced himself with his hands on the ground, attempting to stand up.

"Stand up."

Before the black dragon could get up, Sano, who was standing in front of him and looking down at him as if he were an ant, suddenly moved his lips.

He coldly uttered three words from under his mask.

"..."

Black Dragon instantly regained his senses, his face turning extremely ugly.

Contempt.

This is blatant contempt.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Under the intense stimulation, the black dragon's body was suddenly filled with power, and he got up again and punched Sano.

Then he was punched away by Sano and fell to the ground.

"Stand up."

Sano didn't say or do much, just this one sentence.

Three words.

Watching the black dragon stagger to its feet, punch itself again, and then be sent flying by its own punch, Sano spoke again: "Get up."

Black Dragon was covered in cold sweat.

This cold sentence, those three words, sounded like a command.

At this moment, it has become a nightmare in the heart of the Black Dragon.

Only three times.

A seed had already been firmly planted deep within the black dragon's brain.

Just like Conan hearing Gin.

Ai Haibara heard rye.

The spider saw a pair of red eyes.

This can lead to abnormally strong fluctuations in emotions, which is the same principle.

Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!!!

Despite being on the verge of its limit, the black dragon unleashed its last bit of strength once more.

However... when the punch landed on Sano's chest, not a single sound was heard.

It was like a mosquito landing on Sano's chest.

Sano didn't budge an inch.

Make sense.

Black Dragon is indeed a formidable opponent.

Strength, speed, body resilience and control, and martial arts skills in punches and kicks.

Whether it's the three basic attributes or melee techniques.

Perhaps they could all rival Shinichi Kyogoku.

But this thing is too easily provoked.

Sano took the punch head-on, and Black Dragon followed his example.

This is even more disadvantageous than the earlier brawl between Sano and Kyogoku Makoto.

It's normal to lose so decisively.

This is like a 100-meter sprinter insisting on competing in a 5-kilometer race against a marathon runner.

It's a similar principle.

After looking away from the fist in his chest, Sano raised his head and then his hand.

"boom!!"

With a single punch, the black dragon's head made intimate contact with the ground.

The cement floor was cracked in countless places.

Black Dragon's eyes rolled back, and he completely lost consciousness.

However, Sano raised his fist again.

"I didn't give you permission to sleep like that."

"boom!"

As Sano landed his second punch, his wake-up service officially began.

A barrage of punches rained down on the unconscious Black Dragon.

This caused the black dragon to unconsciously groan and convulse.

...You definitely can't wake him up by calling him.

Sano himself knew this, but he never really wanted to wake up the Black Dragon.

They've done all this damn rubbish.

Did you think it would end with just a few punches?