Budo Supreme from Conan

When talking to his father yesterday, Jiang Wudao chose to ask his father for information about this world.

He wants to be a speed passer. With the plot, he can clear the world faster and gain the highest combat power in the world.

Time is money. It took his father just a thousand years to reach where he is now. He wants to surpass his father.

"High school student detective Kudo Shinichi disappeared mysteriously! Detective novelist Yusaku Kudo lost his beloved son and was so grief-stricken that he held a funeral on the spot and ate a banquet while crying tears of grief from the corners of his mouth."

???

Jiang Wudao looked at the information he had obtained with a shocked expression. For a moment, he seemed to see the shadow of himself and his old father between Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Shinichi. It could be said that the smile of a father and a son made the whole room burst into laughter.

yes.

"aptx4869, a red and white pill. After taking it, you have a high probability of dying and a small probability of being rejuvenated. This thing is a good thing."

"If I have the opportunity to try it out, something similar to the way of time is quite tempting."

Jiang Wudao explored the information in his brain and suddenly discovered a magical drug. He became very interested in it for a moment. At the same time, he also learned that the organization that invited him was a black organization, and they had what he wanted.

thing.

But now we can't aim too high, so we might as well sneak into the black organization, climb up step by step, and save the country through curves.

Sharpening the knife will not waste time cutting firewood, what is needed now is to work harder and train harder. But... Jiang Wudao looked at the three large sandbags of Kyogoku's fake style in front of him, and finally decided to start training.

After all, it was 365:1, and Jiang Wudao had plenty of time. Wait a minute, Jiang Wudao suddenly discovered a problem, that is, his father's experience was similar to his own, so the thousand years he mentioned was actually the time it took to experience various worlds.

Or is it the time of the main continent?

There is no need to think about this. The old father must be talking about the time in the main world. He is really a smart little guy. He knows how to show off every day. I said he is bragging. How can it be possible for a thousand years?

Just practice to that level.

Jiang Wudao thought for a moment, then put on the posture of the apprentices he saw outside practicing karate.

Punch out, punch back, punch out, punch back, the cycle repeats.

He alternated his hands and finally stopped after more than a hundred times. He felt endless pain in his shoulders and arms.

But Jiang Wudao still did not choose to give up. After taking a short rest, he continued to practice. This is Ke Xue's world, and there should be no problem with such training.

As for why there is no problem, like Kyogoku Fake and Kyogoku Makoto, it is definitely not enough to rely on such weak training. Their training volume must be greater, so it is not a problem.

He wants to continue training and strive to become a humanoid Gundam like Kyogoku as soon as possible. Just kidding, mechas are a man's romance, let alone a humanoid Gundam, which is even more enjoyable.

With people like Mao Liran, Kyogoku False, and Kyogoku Makoto in front of him, there is no reason why he can't do it, not to mention that he wants to become the supreme man in martial arts.

Sure enough, there seemed to be endless energy hidden in this body. Although Jiang Wudao's physique was shattered after he was born, the potential was still there after all.

Jiang Wudao gritted his teeth and persisted. Big beads of sweat continued to drip from his forehead. He punched hundreds or thousands of times at once. In the end, he no longer had the strength to punch, but the action of punching has become Jiang's favorite.

Unreasonable muscle movements.

His eyes were in a trance, the scene in front of him began to blur, and there were more and more beads of sweat on his forehead.

In the end, his body was completely exhausted, and he was so tired that he fell on the ground. Jiang Wudao struggled to stand up, but he couldn't, and because his body was now upright, beads of sweat covered his entire face.

.

"Old owner! Customers need service, come in quickly!"

This sentence was said very rudely, but it was loud and clear. The apprentices who were practicing outside also heard this, which made the old owner feel that his face was shameful.

So he opened Jiang Wudao's independent practice room angrily, but when he saw Jiang Wudao's face covered with sweat, he instantly understood that it wasn't that he didn't want to be polite, but that he was exhausted and exhausted.

Not so much anymore.

Seeing Jiang Wudao's situation in front of him, the old owner didn't care about anything else and ran out in a panic to get a towel and a bottle of glucose water filled with mineral water.

After the old owner personally wiped Jiang Wudao's sweat, he picked up the glucose water that was temporarily placed on the tatami and fed it into Jiang Wudao's mouth bit by bit.

He had never encountered such a situation before. In this martial arts hall, except for Uzumaki Naruko and Kyogoku Kake, no one exercised more than him.

However, one of Uzumaki Naruko and Kyogoku had practiced karate since childhood, and the other had strong physical fitness and strong martial arts talents. This was not the first time they had done such intense training.

"Why are you acting so recklessly? How many punches did you throw to end up like this? If I had known you didn't know how to practice martial arts, you would have told me and asked me to call you personally."

"Customer, as a customer like me, shouldn't my service be more attentive?"

The old farm owner said a lot at once. In addition to Jiang Wudao giving him a lot of money, the reason was that he felt Jiang Wudao was a good seedling and worthy of being cultivated by himself.

"Haha, I can pump my fist, withdraw my fist, and repeat this action a thousand times!"

"A thousand times? You are too outrageous. Even as a novice in the martial arts world, you should know that you can't spend so much money for the first time, right?"

Jiang Wudao didn't speak. After about five minutes, Jiang Wudao opened his eyes, revealing two rays of light, and sat up with his hands on the tatami.

"My body is not what you can imagine. Hahahaha, I am born divine! Even though my powerful body has been broken up, my body's potential has not disappeared."

The old owner listened to the fantasy story he told, and then thought about his age, and couldn't help laughing: "You kid, why do I think you want to practice martial arts? Calculating your age, you are a high school student, in the second grade of middle school.

During the period of illness, ah, it’s so good to be young!”

Obviously, the old owner didn't take what Jiang Wudao said as the truth at all, and there was nothing Jiang Wudao could do about it. He was indeed an ordinary person now.

But suddenly he thought that there would be quite cool special effects when he traveled through the tunnel of the world, so he smiled evilly and had a plan in mind.

"Ah, yes, yes, everything you said is right. Old master, do you think my recovery speed can be compared to yours? In martial arts, sometimes the difference is really big, talent is very important."

The old owner naturally understands this truth, and he understood it after meeting Kyogoku Fake. If he were young, he would have been stunned for a while by these very explicit words, and then he would regain his strength and challenge it with his own strength.

People who say such things.