A Scientific Urban Detective

After nearly six minutes of fierce fighting, Kurozuma Mawatari finally defeated his opponent for this round – a Level 3 telekinetic.

This was also the longest match he had fought since the start of the tournament.

After throwing the unconscious loser out of the arena, Kurozuma Mawatari shook his head, his face full of disappointment: "I thought he would be a strong enemy, but… he's still far from it!"

Hattori Hanzō knew the part he deliberately left unsaid – he's still far from being a match for Lin Wuming!

Lin Wuming was also a Level 3 telekinetic. Although he had never sparred with Lin Wuming, Kurozuma Mawatari was clear about this basic information.

Moreover, during these days of investigation, in addition to information about the 'Underground Arena,' he also came across a lot of information about Lin Wuming, ranging from urban legends to news reports, and even classified reports circulated within the dark organizations.

Therefore, Kurozuma Mawatari had a relatively objective and fair understanding and evaluation of Lin Wuming's strength.

To be honest, if he hadn't been busy investigating the 'Underground Arena' recently, Kurozuma Mawatari would have genuinely wanted to find an opportunity to compete with Lin Wuming.

—Kurozuma Mawatari was a straightforward person who loved making friends with people who had a 'chivalrous' spirit.

Therefore, when he encountered a superpowered person like Lin Wuming in the arena just now, Kurozuma Mawatari was very excited and also very cautious.

This was why the match dragged on for so long – he treated his opponent as a master like Lin Wuming.

A Level 3 strong esper was indeed very powerful. Even if they hadn't practiced any martial arts, they would still have an absolute advantage against ordinary people.

But Kurozuma Mawatari was not an ordinary person; he was a fighting expert.

In professional terms, Kurozuma Mawatari was an excellent mixed martial artist.

If he were in the mood to participate in competitions, he could probably easily win the world junior championship, right?

Faced with this powerhouse who was proficient in various fighting techniques and had rich combat experience, a Level 3 telekinetic was simply not enough.

After all, not every telekinetic had another trump card called 'Bullet Time' like Lin Wuming.

Kurozuma Mawatari spent five minutes maneuvering and probing his opponent, finally figuring out his background and strength; in the last minute, he successfully deceived his opponent's telekinetic barrier with flexible footwork and feints, and cleanly knocked him unconscious with an uppercut.

"Well, Lin is special after all," Hattori Hanzō, who had personally fought Lin Wuming, said with deep feeling. "At least his reaction speed is unmatched by this guy."

"I wonder how that guy is doing now," Kurozuma Mawatari said while replenishing his water. "If he doesn't show up again, I'm afraid I'll really have to fight my way to the championship…"

"Kurozuma, can you still hold on?" Hattori Hanzō asked with concern. "There are dozens of opponents behind you."

"We can only take it one step at a time," Kurozuma Mawatari said helplessly. He also knew that such a gauntlet match couldn't last too long.

His stamina was ultimately limited. Being able to last through twenty matches would already be the limit, right?

"Then let's schedule it for the twentieth match," Hattori Hanzō said in a low voice. "If we haven't found our companion by then…"

He touched his phone through his pocket: "Then we'll have to call for support."

They, SKILL OUT, still had two people on the ground providing support. As long as they received the signal, they would rush in to help.

Although this place was deep underground, and the organizers had definitely shielded the mobile phone signal, Hattori Hanzō was not worried about not being able to send out a signal.

Although he had abandoned his school and family traditions and proactively came to Academy City, his awareness and basic qualities cultivated since childhood as a former ninja had not diminished in the slightest.

Hattori Hanzō proactively embraced technology, and as a result, he skillfully applied and mastered many high-tech devices, and flexibly combined them with his "ninjutsu," with good results.

In this "infiltration operation," Hattori Hanzō didn't bring any weapons, but used ninjutsu techniques to hide a mobile phone and a large number of mini base stations – button-shaped signal repeaters called "waypoints," which Hattori Hanzō had specially found in the black market.

Each "waypoint" could relay electromagnetic signals within a range of fifty meters.

Along the way, Hattori Hanzō had been secretly placing these "waypoints."

Therefore, even if they were currently underground and the mobile phone signal was shielded, Hattori Hanzō could send signals to Komaba Ritoku and Hamazura Shiage at any time if he wanted to.

The only thing that made Hattori Hanzō feel uneasy was – could those two really fight their way here to help them?

However, he then thought again that since Lin Wuming had come, the higher-ups would definitely have Judgment and even Anti-Skill providing support. At that time, with the strength of these two major organizations, destroying this underground arena and rescuing the trapped companions didn't seem impossible…

"But…" Hattori Hanzō couldn't help but sigh, "Wouldn't we be thrown into prison again by then?"

"What thrown into prison?" Kurozuma Mawatari said, "Don't worry, there definitely won't be any problems!"

With that, he finished resting, regained his spirits, and returned to the arena to wait for his next opponent to enter.

This opponent entered carrying a katana.

"Game time is over," he pushed open a section of the blade to demonstrate the sharpness of the sword. "Next, I will kill you!"

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Kurozuma Mawatari's expression also became serious.

Compared to telekinetic abilities that were not yet fully mastered, a well-trained swordsman and a sharpened katana posed a greater threat.

This was the first time a weapon had appeared so blatantly since the start of the competition, and the emotions of the audience were once again stirred up.

The noisy cheers grew louder and louder.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him…"

Soon, the voices of the crowd became unified, undisguised in their bloodthirsty desires.

"Tch, hopeless," Kurozuma Mawatari shook his head. "These guys haven't improved at all."

Just then, a loud bang came from the audience seats.

The cries of "Kill him!" were instantly interrupted, and everyone's attention was drawn to the source of the noise.

On the wall at the top of the audience seats, a dark hole had been broken open.

Amidst the flying dust, a figure flew out of the hole!

No, not just one figure, but two!

The two were holding hands, neither willing to let go, and flew out of the hole together, falling downwards through the air…