A Scientific Urban Detective

Shokuhou Misaki, moving at supersonic speed, was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Too close. Lin Wuming's signature move, "Telekinetic Acceleration Cannon," was useless. But instead of dodging, he raised his fist to meet the attack!

Fingertips, knuckles, palm, wrist joint, forearm, elbow joint, upper arm, shoulder joint...

Under the precise manipulation of telekinesis, Lin Wuming solidified and strengthened his entire right arm at the molecular level.

Then, also propelled by telekinesis, his extremely enhanced right arm unleashed a supersonic straight punch!

Bang!

Lin Wuming's and Shokuhou Misaki's right fists collided head-on in mid-air, producing a sound like metal clashing.

In that instant, Lin Wuming felt his body go numb, and he almost coughed up blood.

Fortunately, he had diligently studied the mental technique of "Human Anatomy," and had a thorough understanding of his body's structure. He used telekinesis to strengthen his entire body in a targeted manner at the first moment, barely withstanding the powerful counter-shock.

Keep in mind, all of these operations were performed in "bullet time."

That's right, the shockwave generated by the intense fist collision had already put Lin Wuming in a "life-threatening crisis!"

As for Shokuhou Misaki on the other side, he was truly spurting blood from all seven orifices.

If he hadn't deployed a telekinetic barrier in time, Lin Wuming, who was so close, would have been covered in blood...

Even so, after coughing up two mouthfuls of blood, Shokuhou Misaki immediately perked up again.

He stepped on the air, maintaining his "flight" in the air, and the "fighting spirit" erupting from his body burst the blood droplets on his face.

"What a powerful fist. You also know the strong fist?" Shokuhou Misaki, reinvigorated, looked radiant, as if he had met a kindred spirit.

Lin Wuming was in no mood to pay attention to him. After trying it once, he had no interest in courting death again.

He decisively created distance. From a safe distance of a hundred meters, he unleashed a "Telekinetic Acceleration Cannon."

Shokuhou Misaki stepped on the air, performing consecutive jumps in the air, chasing Lin Wuming closely, unwilling to let him create distance.

Lin Wuming's barrage was sharp and fierce. Even Shokuhou Misaki was unwilling to face such an attack head-on.

The two engaged in intense three-dimensional maneuvers in the air.

As the two top "telekinetic users" who could prove that "physics and physiology do not exist," Lin Wuming and Shokuhou Misaki drew bizarre and unbelievable broken lines in the sky, chasing each other...

If it were any other man-made aircraft—even the next-generation aircraft produced by Academy City—it would definitely disintegrate in mid-air during the first sharp turn if it flew such a trajectory!

Overall, Lin Wuming more often used long straight-line movements in units of a hundred meters, while Shokuhou Misaki was essentially jumping in the air, so his movement trajectory was more complex and varied...

But after all, one was "flying" and the other was just "jumping." In terms of maneuverability, Shokuhou Misaki was completely at a disadvantage, and soon became Lin Wuming's moving target, constantly dodging in the air...

After another dazzling aerial maneuver, Lin Wuming suddenly changed direction and dived straight down.

After a moment of teleportation, Lin Wuming finally returned to his wheelchair...

"Three minutes are up," Lin Wuming raised his hand to stop Shokuhou Misaki, who was chasing closely. "Our duel ends here."

"Ah!!!" Shokuhou Misaki, who had also landed on the ground, sighed for a long time, then sat down on the ground with a thud. "What a pity!"

"There won't be any result if we continue fighting," Lin Wuming pointed to the sky and said, "You saw it just now. If you don't find a way to improve your aerial maneuverability, you are destined to be unable to defeat me."

Regardless of whether he could defeat Shokuhou Misaki, Lin Wuming, who had the advantage of distance, could at least be invincible.

"You're right!" Shokuhou Misaki actually nodded seriously, looking deeply in agreement. "As expected—there are gains from fighting the strong. I understand my shortcomings. Lin Wuming, we'll fight again next week!"

After a dozen seconds of breathing to recover blood, the injuries on Shokuhou Misaki's body seemed to have recovered almost completely.

He jumped up from the ground, patted the dust off his pants, and issued an invitation to "fight again next week."

"Huh? Senior Wuming?" Misaka Mikoto immediately became anxious.

The three girls were about to protest.

"Sure, if you can learn the 'flying' technique, we'll fight again next week," Lin Wuming agreed.

"Eh! Senior Wuming?" Misaka Mikoto looked over in surprise.

Shokuhou Misaki opened her mouth, but she "saw" more, so she nodded and said, "Well, it's not a bad thing. That's what boys are like."

After Shokuhou Misaki left, Lin Wuming gave his explanation: "Don't worry, you saw it too. In fact, I had the advantage in the battle just now."

"Wuming, your hand." Tora-Bami handed over a roll of bandages from her pocket, pointing to Lin Wuming's right hand.

During the battle just now, Lin Wuming's right fist was torn and bleeding from the hard collision with Shokuhou Misaki's "strong fist," and even the bones were faintly visible.

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"Don't worry, it's a minor injury." Lin Wuming said with a straight face, glancing indifferently at the injury on his hand, and took out a spray from the wheelchair's storage compartment.

"Hehe, Senior Wuming is indeed a boy..." Shokuhou Misaki saw through Lin Wuming's inner tension at a glance—after all, you could see the bones. Even if you know rationally that the injury is not too serious, you can't help but panic instinctively.

But of course, as a man, it is impossible to show it on the surface.

Of course, Lin Wuming's concealment was completely meaningless to Shokuhou Misaki.

Shokuhou Misaki did not expose him directly, but walked to Lin Wuming's side and raised her hand to cover his eyes.

At the same time, she whispered in his ear: "Don't worry, it won't hurt ~"

On the other side, Tora-Bami, who was proficient in treating ordinary skin and flesh wounds, took the spray from Lin Wuming and cleanly treated his injury.

Under Shokuhou Misaki's manipulation, "pain" was perfectly blocked from consciousness.

—As expected, it didn't hurt at all.

"Thank you," Lin Wuming said with a complicated expression, looking at his already bandaged right hand.

"Senior Wuming!"

"I know, don't worry!" Lin Wuming quickly raised his hand in a gesture of surrender. "It was my fault for being too willful and impulsive this time. I won't fight that guy with my fists again—what a hellish ability. I even solidified the molecular structure, but he still managed to tear my skin and flesh. That guy's ability is really unscientific!"

Misaka Mikoto looked over helplessly: "Senior Wuming, as expected... you still won't give up on continuing the duel next week, right?"

"Of course," Lin Wuming said matter-of-factly, "There aren't many opponents and fighting opportunities like this."

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